My name is Ashley. I live in a place where I do stuff, daily. I go to work, do more stuff, go home, do stuff, then sleep. It gets repetitive. I'm in love with a guy who also does stuff. It's very interesting, indeed. Jolly good fun.
Seriously, though. I'm an aspiring writer who has accomplished so much more in not even twenty years than the majority of people have done in fifty. Am I privileged, special in some way? No, just lucky as all fuck. I'm your typical college drop-out; I play video games and watch movies. I like to drink until the floor slides out from under me. I'm on VF more than any living being ever should be. I also like to sexually harass people. I have a strange obsession with the Italian mob...it may result in future job opportunities.
The darkest souls are not those which choose to exist in the hell of the abyss, but those which choose to break free of the abyss and move silently among us.
My current goal is to open my own bakery. I make some of the best goddamn brownies/cake/cookies/muffins/pie/whatever you'll ever eat. Mmmm.
Never question what I do. There was a reason for it was one point in time, but I don't remember what that reason was.
