shes now 22.

never have i deserved any of the girls who i got to spend time with, but no way should i have had a girl like ashley like me the way she did and probably still does.

yes, it began as a simple internet friendship, and yes, it turned into much more.

shes as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside, and shes even more beautiful in person.

when she kisses you she keeps her eyes closed and lets it sink in.

she likes to hold your hand at all times

she squeals

once i woke up with her playing with the hairs on my chest and she said what would you like today boo

and i said three lovers in three ways

and she rang the little bell and miss gwen stefani appeared with a cloud of smoke behind door number three

and we all danced.

i danced the best

there were judges.

that night the skys parted and a beam of light shone through the stars and gwen stefani ascended into the better place and ashley asked me to write down what had happened so i wouldnt forget it

later we held hands

and fell asleep.

i miss her immensely.

theres no replacing someone as sweet, full of excitement, and a thrill to be with.

and im pretty sure my website has suffered with her absence.

happy birthday, daisy girl from the future worlds.

youre always in my fondest thoughts.

me and ashley rent a car + she was just 19 the other day + her livejournal

but youd be surpised how quickly i can become offended and get unbelievably furious. maybe you wouldnt be surprised.

i think im a good person. i think i do good things. i think i am a fun person to be with. and i also thought i had plans to spend the weekend with a cheerleader and here it is noon and i havent seen said cheerleader since dinner time.

this isnt the first time that ive had a date with someone and in the middle of it they bail out.

most of the time i am a lovable libra. easy to please. easy to love. easy going. rockin out on faith no mores easy.

but i am on the scorpio cusp. usually just a pinky toe. sometimes completely submerged up to my fro.

sometimes when i say to someone, hey lets spend the weekend together, that could be considered a step in the right direction. someone reaching out to someone. someone trying to do more than play the old booty call game.

youd think some would appreciate such gestures, and dare i say, risks, out into the darkness

i once dated a young girl who wanted to be my girlfriend and kept my distance because she was so young. but eventually my defenses began to whither and one night i invited her to a romantic evening and i told her it was a date and she knew it would be a date and well lets just say that she in the middle of the date left me to go somewhere else and didnt return until 4:19 in the morning.

havent talked to her since.

not that she doesnt call. does she call? its been many moons since ive called her and last night she called three times. i didnt answer. why would i answer. and how did the indians live without caller id.

im not a lonely man. im not a bored man. i know i could get a high paying job if i really wanted one. i know i could have a cool girlfriend if i wanted.

exactly how the tribune corporation could do what it took to get the cubs to the world series.

if they wanted.

some people, i guess, just want to be mediocre

forever.

maybe you shouldnt be surprised

about that either.

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i wasnt so sure i wanted to do that since so many people who visit sit on the couch, so i put a blanket down. then i put another blanket down. then we did it.

difference about doing it in the living room as opposed to the dungeon or the master bedroom is the living room has hard wood floors and moans and squeals and screams bounce and echo and broadcast all over the property. it was ridiculously warm today, so the windows were open but not for long.

she doesnt like it when i take little breaks but with hot chicks like her you have to take a little break, doesnt matter if youre 110 or 18, its ok to get a breather in there, if only for ten or fifteen seconds to shut the french windows or pull the shades.

like most of them, this un was an exhibitionist. is an exhibitionist. she could hear the workers outside the windows gardening and she gave me shit for not wanting to let them eavesdrop.

give the help a thrill, she scolded and turned over and scooted over the armrest

i put the darkness on the cd player.

took a sip of rum right out of the bottle and looked at what just might have been the best ass in all of hollywood

and then i took a gulp out of that bottle, set it down,

and wondered if people remembered that i was going to

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count each time i got some

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