1. Tuesday, January 11, 2005

    todays ashleys 23rd birthday 

    seems like just the other day i walked over to my computer to find me someone to talk to when i stumbled across her folder of pictures on the internet, and subsequent email address.

    things arent really supposed to work out that easilly. are they? oh look, a super cute girl, i think i’ll email her. look at that, she emailed back. a few months later – she knows everything about you, and still wants to be naked with you. constantly.

    the only thing that ive encountered in my 111 years thats weirder weirder

    is dubyas reelection.

    but nothing makes sense.

    life isnt fair.

    may as well ask the pretty girl to the dance.

    she might be adorable and fun and never boring and exciting and

    she might even put a smile on your face

    if you let her.

    friends, when i met ashley i was a broken man.

    down on my luck.

    kicked to the curb.

    i had no money, bad credit, no job, no car,

    and a bad attitude.

    fortunately she was so young most of the dudes she dated were in the same boat.

    pretty much up for anything except watching porn.

    cant get everything, i suppose.

    once we took a little moonlight drive to nowhere,

    pulled over and laid down in the grass beneath an old oak tree

    crickets chirped and frogs croaked

    and when the summer breeze picked up a tad you could hear the brook bubbling its way to the desalizination plant.

    that girl could fall asleep anywhere

    and as a shooting star arched its way across the galaxy

    her eyes blinked shut and i sat there and i held her

    and watched the moondrops spill into the ocean

    while the nightingales danced atop the tall grass

    and im not with her anymore for her own good

    im not with her anymore cuz im a dumbass.

    ashley and her groovy friends + mrciabrdy wants to direct connect + our last days together