i know i cant believe it either.

six years ago i was going through a very rough break up with the girl of my dreams.

most guys would have just jumped off a bridge, traded arms for hostages, or joined the french foreign legion. for some reason i decided to throw myself into designing web pages.

in doing a little “research” to find photos of miss drew barrymore, i stumbled upon a fansite about the actress. in the folders of one of the message boards i saw that “daisy_princess” was quite active in the community.

at the same time my bros Tsar were starting their band in full force.

i had the brilliant idea that if someone as excited and motivated as daisy_princess was just as in love with Tsar as she was in drew, Tsar would get huge.

turned out, instead, that i began to fall for her, and vice versa, but because i was in such a dark, sad, lonely place, i didnt realize that the feelings were mutual until i went out to las vegas four months into our email/chat relationship to meet the young lady in question.

the year was 2001 and ashley was 19. she looked 16. i was in my late 90s, and looked twice that. still, for some reason love was blind and she was way into me. why? who knows. of course i was into her because she was way smart, way exciting, and very fun to simply be around. it was one of the few times that I was the one trying to simply be friends and nothing more. in fact none of our four months of correspondences were anything other than PG chats, if not G. 5-6 hours long, true, but never adult orientated.

once i met her though i told her that it wouldnt work because, obviously, she was insane and would soon wake up from her delirium and learn that i was a dirty old man who might have originally had fine intentions but that nonsense would soon leave the building.

ashley however was not one who took no for an answer. she would pout and cry and stomp her feet and cry and yell and stalk and write and cry and cry and snark and beg and cry. for three years, for some reason i resisted her and for three years she was basically my girlfriend.

she even moved to california. not to be closer to me, of course, but lo, there she was. and the busblog was created during all of this, and the website ended, and even though i was heartbroken from my previous relationship, being with the daisy princess was the greatest cure for a broken heart. ever.

today she lives with her fiance in las vegas. she works at her fathers construction company and she is surrounded with her long time friends and her hot sisters.

i miss her deeply.

and when i tell you that im the luckiest man in the world, she is one of my finest reasons why.

and besides, look at how she motivated my webskillz back in the day.

happy birthday daisy girl from the desert world. thanks for stalking me and keeping our friendship going despite my best wishes for you. thank you for showing me a side of love that most people dont understand. thanks for always wanting attention. thanks for always giving attention.

you look better than ever. and whatever your dudes name is, hes a lucky bastard.

xoxoxox

ps any time you wanna rent a car with me, im there