Ash's journals

This is the kind of crazy shit my friends and I get up to on Tuesday nights. We drank probably close to two bottles of Jager. I remember very little. I made about 50 phone calls and don't remember who to or what we said on their voicemail messages. I also texted just about everyone in my phone, multiple times, then deleted all my sent items so I have no idea what I actually sent and to whom. I probably made an ass of myself. I actually don't care. We had a herb and spice fight and I woke up on my friend's couch covered in rosemary and dish-washing detergent. Photo evidence proves that I was responsible for tipping the detergent on myself ahaha.



















And the aftermath of the herb and spice fight. The whole house looked like this...



I have the greatest friends! <33

First of all, I would like to express my sheer delight at there now not being one, not two, but THREE God's Girls in my city (including me)! Not only do I have the beautiful Neko to lurk, I also have the delightful Miss Monnie, who it turns out I met in the toilets in a club a few weeks ago hahaha. For so long I was the sole GG representative of A-Town and now I am not alone! :D

Lately my life has been one Jagermeister and Ketamine fuelled episode of madness after the other. But I have met so many new people, and am developing such an amazing circle of friends. For a long time I was very isolated, due to spending 5 years working in strip clubs. When you work your life away it is very hard to form friendships outside of the club and I would find myself very alone on the rare occasions that I actually got a Saturday night off work. These days, I am never without friends to hang out with, I have rad housemates, and can surround myself with people whenever I want to. Last night I put so much ketamine up my nose that I could barely string two words together, and we got into an argument with some imaginary people because they said they thought Papa Roach was a shit band. Then we rolled on the floor laughing while yelling out "ROFL, I'm ROFLing". So much WTF, so much fun.

Deep down I do have to wonder whether the recent substance abuse is just to cover up some inner depression nonsense, but for the time being, I am having a fuckload of fun... so whatever. Right now I am in a financial position where I can afford to be completely irresponsible.

I am pretty much fed up with the entire male species. I swear to Jeebus, the next guy that gets me half naked in bed and then drops the, "Oh, by the way, kinda forgot to mention I have a girlfriend" bomb on me is going to get kicked right in the face. "You can't tell anyone about this" is kind of becoming my new sex catchphrase, because I honestly can't remember the last time I fucked someone who didn't say that. That's actually pretty shitty, hey? Doesn't exactly do wonders for the self-esteem to feel like everyone you fuck is ashamed of you. Sometimes I love my MySpace friends though, because I posted a silly little rant about this the other day and got about 300 replies from guys saying, "Dude, if I fucked you, I'd want you to tell EVERYONE" ahaha. But seriously, as horrible as this sounds, I honestly believe that I will stay single forever, because I have fucked way too many 'nice' guys with girlfriends to be able to believe that anyone would ever be faithful to me. Hmmm. But for now, I'd really just like to have sex that doesn't end with, "Don't ever tell anyone." Even that seems to be asking too much, but hey, a girl can dream.

When did I become so cynical? With my sex life in such shambles, I guess I am lucky that I have such amazing friends to keep me afloat.

On a completely unrelated and much lighter subject, I have finally decided that I am ready to make the commitment to a half-sleeve. I found an amazing drawing of Jill Valentine from Resident Evil, and my tattooist is turning it into a half-sleeve for me. I am booked in for July 30th, initially I was to be getting my Final Fantasy VII Nanaki side piece, but now I am thinking I may use the appointment to get started on my arm.

Isn't she beautiful....



And here's a few pics of me and my awesome party pal Chrissie.

Our friend Eric took us for a drive in his truck and it was a lot of fun.



As you can see, I am proudly wearing my GG necklace at all times!



Over and ouuuut.

xo

so many new girls! so many new boobies to lurk! *explodes* :D hiii new girls yayayay.

my female cat has just gone into heat for the first time. i want to punch her. i've never had a girl cat before, i had no idea that they went this fucking crazy when they hit puberty. she keeps acting like a little hussy and sticking her ass in the boy cats' faces, and has been making a loud chirping sound non-stop for about 24 hours now. i will be getting her spayed asap, cos this shit is driving me insane.

i am fucking OVER this cold weather. fuck off and die please winter.

xbox is eating my soul. i did not sleep enough last night because i was playing halo 3. i do not want to go to work today so i can lay in bed and play halo 3.

hi, my name is ash, and i'm an xboxaholic!

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Ya know those days where you wake up feeling REALLY fucking bad about the things you did while you were wasted the night before?

I'm having one of those right now :(

My binge drinking has become completely out of control. Last night I vomited for the first time in 15 years... in my kitchen sink. Pretty disgusted with myself. I also did something (or someone) that I am now seriously regretting and fuck... I don't want to even think about the dramabomb that would occur if people found out. I am a horrible person and this city is way too fucking small.

On a lighter note, I bought myself an Xbox 360 yesterday, with Gears of War and Halo 3. Can't wait to get that shit hooked up. Need to rearrange my bedroom so the tele is closer to the computer.

I feel ill.

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Right now I am so hung over that I can barely even see the screen. Went to the Strung Out gig last night cos they hooked us up with free tix, and as always I drank myself fucking sick and am suffering for it today haha. Called in sick to work.

Since I am too hung over to really form many words right now, here is a photographic summary of my night.

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