wow guess who had a fucking meltdown because we ran out of spaghetti tonight
Anonymous said: ok. this is ashley. i felt weird putting my name to it and i thought it would mean more if it was relatively anonymous. but i don't want to make you feel weird either lol.
oh my god you silly
now we’ve both made each other feel weird, so we’re even :P
of course it means a lot coming from you
Anonymous said: Curious, why did you turn off anonymous asking in the first place?
I got into it with some condescending dickbag anon over whether or not Dov Charney was ever the owner of American Apparel (I never said he was, and the anon kept insisting I was “confused”)
it was right around the time Ricky got into his accident and I just had no patience for rudeness or bad juju
Anonymous said: I read your blog sometimes and know you IRL and I hope you can keep your head up. You're a kind, charming, beautiful person and have a lot to be proud of, even though you don't always see that. I've always marveled at how much you care for your friends and share everything you have with them, cook for them, etc. You are a great person, I hope this message reinforces that into your head and you can feel a bit better about yourself.
thanks, that’s really nice of you and I know your heart’s in the right place
but it kinda makes me feel weird if you say you know me IRL but don’t say who you are
I’d give my blog address to almost anyone I know IRL and many of my IRL friends read my blog, it’s not like it’s a secret or anything
turned anon asks back on
I dreamed I was mad at my mom for some reason and running away from her and trying to hide somewhere in the woods on my dead grandma’s property
anyway basically all I remember besides that is stumbling upon this gross dude who lived underground and screaming at him “WOUND FLUID IS NOT A BEVERAGE!!!”