Easter Eggs and Facebook Stalking

Let's admit it, we've all done this.
One moment we're looking at a cute picture of some cat our friend posted, then we're all of a sudden on the profile of some guy from Maryland, wondering what his life's like.

I, happen to be a very great stalker.

I know the exact angle my blinds need to be so that I can see them, but they can't see me.


Of course, stalking doesn't have to be just limited to Facebook.
One word: Formspring
Formspring is a stalker's paradise.
You can ask anyone anything, from the safety of an anonymous name.


Anyways, it's the day before Easter!
My family is currently boiling eggs so we can color them.

I haven't seen so many eggs since the Octomom had those embryos implanted in her uturine walls.

Happy Easter everybody!

~Ashley

This almost happened today...

Yes, this actually almost happened to me today.

Have your cake (and throw it in someone's face too!)

Don't you just love these advertisements?

Like, thanks!

I know I've been eating Del Taco everyday for the past few years, but I'm sure this trick I learned while sitting on my butt surfing the internet will help.

Here's my idea:

NOTE: Please do not perform surgery on yourself, and take out major organs. Minor organs are okay though. 

Teenage Boys, and Korean Party Whores

Once you delve into a teenage boy's mind, there's no way of getting back to the once-attained innocence.
You go from a world of an innocent mindset to a weird perversion, only intercepted by the smell of pizza and desperation.
Of course, there are exceptions.
You do come across some guys who are so incredibly innocent, and kind.
But at the end of the day, they'll go back home, and cook dinner for their boyfriend.

On another note, the population of Korean Party Whores (Henceforth known as KPW) seems to be going down.
Thank goodness.
Now that the lust for unrealistic anime characters seems to be slowing down, maybe Dance Dance Revolution will stop molesting my eyes, and stop forcing me to look at half naked cartoons just so I can jump on a cheap plastic mat made by Chinese children in a sweat shop.
Because this is America, dammit! And we should be free to jump on cheap plastic mats made by foreign children with poor working conditions, without feeling like we need to go read a Bible after.

~Ashley

A letter to Mr. Sir.

DEAR SIR:

Just because you don't like our school does NOT mean you get to treat all of us like CRAP.

It does NOT mean you are better than everybody.

And it DEFINITELY does not mean that people will like you any better.

Because honestly, sir, picking fights doesn't make you cool.

It makes you look desperate for attention.

SINCERELY,

Everyone.

I'm such a troll...

Made this after noticing a spelling mistake from one of my friends...

When I get bored, I, of course, make an Spongebob adaptation of my life