DMV

I cannot express how much I hate the DMV. HATE it. After spending four and a half hours there today, I realize how unexcited I am to go back in a year to renew my license. 'Nuf said.

Cake

I created this blog and writer's block has officially kicked in. What to write about on a very early Tuesday morning? My inadequacies? My strengths? My sometimes very blunt and oftentimes interpreted as upset opinion? The fluff of life? Or all of the above? And while I think about what to write about, I listen to "Drops of Jupiter" by Train and wonder if I have found myself, fallen for a shooting star, sailed across the sun, or if I am just missing someone while I was looking for myself out there.

And since I have so much to say (clearly), I have decided to make this entire post dedicated to cake. Not everyone likes cake. If you are part of that everyone, maybe you should stop reading now. But if you like cake then enjoy this.

Cake is significant. If you think about it, cake is almost a food group of any party. You celebrate your birthday with cake, you celebrate good things that have happened with cake, and many numerous other things. And now, I am being bribed with cake. Yes sir, cake has become a goal for me. Truth be told, I really don't LOVE cake. I don't. However, it has become an obsession to get it. And I will go to great lengths to get it.

This story shall be continued at a later date....

On to my life. Supposedly I am nicer now... at least that is what I am told. So why is that? Anyone?

I also realize how much people LOVE hearing about my dating life so this is for you peeps. I have been trained through past experiences that if the guy wants to keep in contact post dating that he will do so. I also realize that I tend to back off considerably if a guy talks to me less. Probably for protective reasons. So imagine my surprise when a boy who first of all accused me of not caring that he had pneumonia but also accused me of giving it to him (the girl who has never had pneumonia) and then stopped talking to me, randomly texts me again.

Is that a bad move? Maybe not. However, he wanted to get back together. Give people second chances right? I would have considered it but he started getting all irritated about stupid stuff. I ask myself, "Ashley, why would you want to date someone who uses anger to attempt to get someone back?" And at this point I realize that he has the mental capacity of a ten-year-old. I have never enjoyed telling someone that it would NEVER work as much as I did that night.