Likes, dislikes. Wants, diswants.
I love Robertson Davies.
I also love Christian Bale. He has the sexiest voice in the entire world, and Batman begins was one of the best things I've ever seen. IMAX blew my face off.
The Aviator DIDN'T blow my face off, but I do love peas-in-a-pod.
Howard Hughes reminds me of Jon. Take that as you will.
The world (and past ree-diculous decisions on my part) are making my becoming an esteemed scholar slightly difficult. I want to be lectured, and graded, and corrected. I want to readreadreadreadreadreadread. I then want to do that to others.
I don't want to be a nervous pregnant wreck of a firefighter's wife. I don't.
Call me BEER CART GIRL. I make the world a better place one thirsty golfer at a time. I make hundreds of dollars a day in tips, and it all goes to insurance, rent, phone bills, and ground beef. Life, oh life, oh life, ohhhhhhliiiiiife.
I miss Edmonton Pride. The mayor rode in it. There is hope for this place yet.
We went to Batman Begins after a Rugby match, and Zettel was drunk and sunburned. When the lights were dimmed, he wasn't yet at our seats, so he yelled: OH GOD ASHLEY! ASH WHERE ARE YOU! OH GOD I CAN'T SEE IT'S ALL DARK ASHLEY!!!!" I nearly dumped him then and there until I realized everyone was laughing their face off and I need to calm down.
I might need to apply to a college for general studies so that I can tranfer to the same college for the program I want to take so that I can transfer to University. Everything is stupid.
I need to clean. And maybe get a gym membership.
I am living with my ultimate sexual fantasy, and I am always sexually frustrated. It's the way.
Let's have a nap.
I also love Christian Bale. He has the sexiest voice in the entire world, and Batman begins was one of the best things I've ever seen. IMAX blew my face off.
The Aviator DIDN'T blow my face off, but I do love peas-in-a-pod.
Howard Hughes reminds me of Jon. Take that as you will.
The world (and past ree-diculous decisions on my part) are making my becoming an esteemed scholar slightly difficult. I want to be lectured, and graded, and corrected. I want to readreadreadreadreadreadread. I then want to do that to others.
I don't want to be a nervous pregnant wreck of a firefighter's wife. I don't.
Call me BEER CART GIRL. I make the world a better place one thirsty golfer at a time. I make hundreds of dollars a day in tips, and it all goes to insurance, rent, phone bills, and ground beef. Life, oh life, oh life, ohhhhhhliiiiiife.
I miss Edmonton Pride. The mayor rode in it. There is hope for this place yet.
We went to Batman Begins after a Rugby match, and Zettel was drunk and sunburned. When the lights were dimmed, he wasn't yet at our seats, so he yelled: OH GOD ASHLEY! ASH WHERE ARE YOU! OH GOD I CAN'T SEE IT'S ALL DARK ASHLEY!!!!" I nearly dumped him then and there until I realized everyone was laughing their face off and I need to calm down.
I might need to apply to a college for general studies so that I can tranfer to the same college for the program I want to take so that I can transfer to University. Everything is stupid.
I need to clean. And maybe get a gym membership.
I am living with my ultimate sexual fantasy, and I am always sexually frustrated. It's the way.
Let's have a nap.