I didn't go to work today, mostly because I didn't feel like it but partly the fact that I felt like shit. Shit. I'm going in tomorrow, regardless. No snowmobile's going to plow down this pillar of a goal, baby. Man. I'm a fag ( Read more... )

In an half-expected turn of events, Leroy has died. Overdose. To be honest I don't feel bad about it, at all. Not after what he put Sam through. To me, it's just one more beast machine taken out of life's photo album. But I have to admit, I will always miss the Leroy that was my friend from a long time ago. Shipley's at dawn after an all night ( Read more... )

Today, my first day back at work, was shit. They finally got me some help, right? It came in the form of a 21-year-old, miniature model named Amy. I have no problem with her, she's nice. But, those bastards at Bray made us truck in every fucking file from the literature room. Which is about 100 bankers boxes packed full of decaying order ( Read more... )

Sorry for the lack of updating, I've been busy as hell with everything. Like diablo 2, and the sexy new iPod my boyfriend kindly got me for X-Mas. It's been fun, really ( Read more... )

After tomorrow I'm off work for 12 days. TWELVE, baby. Coning my away into some sexy vacation time, that's the story of my holiday success. I only have to work until noon tomorrow too, but Bray's having some candy ass Christmas party until 2:00 PM, then we get to leave ( Read more... )

If anyone wants to be added to the friends list, comment on this post. Don't expect me to add you if you haven't added me to yours before hand.

Oh, and just leave first names or something, whatever's gonna let me know who you are.

This is the new journal, and the new design that spawned a couple hours of labor and frustration that would have no doubt been wasted anyway.

Tonight I made the untimely decision to return to my middle name, "Nicole". I'm not answering to "Ashley" anymore. Why? Because I hate the common bastard.

Yeah, well, that's one disease I'm rid of.