Dear Friends...
You know what's fucking great??
A really hot, long, relaxing bath. I love it.
Lately someone's been using this little known fact to sabotage me.
Yeah, that's right. It's pure sabotage. I always turn on the radio before I get in,
and it takes a minute to turn on. So as soon as I lie my head down I hear this horrible, gut-wrenching
voice. It's that wanna-be therapist, excuse for a DJ, DELILAH.
I haaaate that lady with a passion. And who in the world listens to that shit?
It's like 4 hours of people whining about their husbands in Iraq and cancer patient friends, and
three Celine Dion songs.
Coming from a psych major, this may surprise you, but think about it this way: she doesn't actually give
anyone advice, she just moans and sighs.
So instead of actually relaxing, I'm so terribly stressed and spend the whole time looking
for something plastic and long enough to reach the off button. Then when I find it, I'm too scared of
being electrocuted to use it. Because then at my funeral people'd be all
"What a tard, that Ashleigh. EVERYONE knows you can't touch a radio in the bathtub!!!"
And then they'd probably laugh at my stupidity, and what a horrible thought of people laughing at your funeral!
So please, slash my tires, or put shaving cream in my hand while I'm sleeping, but please
DO NOT SET MY RADIO TO MAGIC 94.9, DJ FROM HELL.
<3, ashleigh
and p.s. i'm not writing about my bf cause he didn't write about me.
oh sweet, sweet, second-grade type revenge.
A really hot, long, relaxing bath. I love it.
Lately someone's been using this little known fact to sabotage me.
Yeah, that's right. It's pure sabotage. I always turn on the radio before I get in,
and it takes a minute to turn on. So as soon as I lie my head down I hear this horrible, gut-wrenching
voice. It's that wanna-be therapist, excuse for a DJ, DELILAH.
I haaaate that lady with a passion. And who in the world listens to that shit?
It's like 4 hours of people whining about their husbands in Iraq and cancer patient friends, and
three Celine Dion songs.
Coming from a psych major, this may surprise you, but think about it this way: she doesn't actually give
anyone advice, she just moans and sighs.
So instead of actually relaxing, I'm so terribly stressed and spend the whole time looking
for something plastic and long enough to reach the off button. Then when I find it, I'm too scared of
being electrocuted to use it. Because then at my funeral people'd be all
"What a tard, that Ashleigh. EVERYONE knows you can't touch a radio in the bathtub!!!"
And then they'd probably laugh at my stupidity, and what a horrible thought of people laughing at your funeral!
So please, slash my tires, or put shaving cream in my hand while I'm sleeping, but please
DO NOT SET MY RADIO TO MAGIC 94.9, DJ FROM HELL.
<3, ashleigh
and p.s. i'm not writing about my bf cause he didn't write about me.
oh sweet, sweet, second-grade type revenge.