...and then I was gone

love, carly

My sexual slave in Orlando just saved my non-music situation. Thank-you Brian. You truly are hott in every sense of the word.

Partay time. But I'll leave you with this thought:

moped cowboy: more food should be like pickles...Pickles only get more pickeled over time!

I just thought about all my sweet music that I am not listening to...and I got real sad.

Um.. I AM!

With my emphasis in Photography. Well, I'm off to the Music building to practice.

( One more cos el jay cuts make me hott in the pantalones. )

Everybody wants it...some more than others.

( A notice for the morning: )

Oh my dear gosh!

NO ONE CARES!!!

[Writer's Note: This is not an ambiguous statement, rather only tiny minority of you will understand the context of the sentence.]

Anyway, I LOVE my new Sondheim piece for voice. It's jazzy, languid, and while it's still in the soprano range, it's HOTT!

( Autobiography, Ashley S. style )

I just Googled Google and got this:

http://www.google-watch.org/

Some equations to mull over that have absolutely nothing to do with mathematics:

North Carolina = Complete CD collection AND sheet music missing.

Tallahassee weather = Disgusting.

Bike in Tallahassee = Death Wish.

Self absorbed people who just don't get it = NO ONE CARESCan of Albertson's "Cream-Style" Corn = Best gift EVER ( Read more... )