| I really hate routine. I am a person who finds pleasure in spontaneity. So naturally, I go crazy when I have to make the same rounds, day in, and day out. I really hope that when I finally become a part of America*s class of working professionals, I can take time out of my ridiculously monotonous life to really enjoy myself and give the ol* nine-to-five mentality the finger.

I hate going to the same classes five days out of the week. I hate going to work every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday to sit down at the same desk and do the same paper work and copy the same boring documents that will most likely never have any sort of impact on my life what-so-ever.
Sorry, Tyler... Crying into some fat guy*s sweaty tits won*t help this girl. I suppose that my feeble attempts at self-amusement work temporarily... The problem with that is, well... it*s temporary. I think the only cure for this is, mad, passionate, sex. Or chocolate. Who am I kidding. I have become like the other 2/3rds of this lazy country and won*t get off my ass to engage in some healthy, physical activity. And I still complain that I*m fat. I really entertain myself.
A spur-of-the-moment trip to somewhere not here would suffice. Jeez, Ashleigh, you pussy. It*s only January and already you need a vacation. The inevitable truth is, work is just not FUN.
Had some really shitty drama with the girls this week. For the most part, I think it*s resolved. Girls can be such effin* bitches.

In case you didn*t know, Valentine*s day is soon to be upon us. If you don*t have a significant other... you suck at life. Just what you wanted to hear, right? Being alone for the holidays is bad enough, right? Suck it up. If it*s any consolation at all, I just purchased a pack of 32 Hello Kitty Valentines. If you*re special enough, you*ll get one.
Speaking of Cupid.. Stephen and I are back together. I missed him a lot. I think it*s pretty impossible to find a guy who treats me better. I couldn*t ask for more. Who else would: answer the phone almost 99% of the times that I call, takes every oppertunity he can get to see me, listens to me bitch about the stupid and otherwise childish things I like to call problems in my life, buys me cool shit even when I say I don*t need it, forgives me all the time, even the times when I could probably fit the description of "world*s shittiest girlfriend", tells me I*m beautiful all the time, and likes me for just being "me". He says he*s lucky... shiiiit. Vice versa, mon amour.

<3 Ashleigh |