It's 3:37 am on Tuesday morning. You might be asking outloud, "Ashley, dear, wtf are you awake?" to which I would most happily offer up, "I have no stinking clue. This is my life."
I just don't sleep that often. It's not even troubling anymore. It's more...entertaining I would say. I mean, you would not believe the kind of crap you can get done when the rest of the world is asleep. Quality writing. Toe nail painting. Closet reorganization, popcorn eating, music downloading, research on the problems in Korea and of course, reading every past entry on gofugyourself.celebrityblog.com because those women are my heros.
Currently, I'm sampling the creamer I just bought (chocolate eclair...it's apparently dessert coffee time at 3 am) and downloading Kings of Leon. Not a bad band. Use Somebody and Your Sex is on Fire are my favorites, but I'm also getting into the groove of Manhattan. I can't really tell if I like a song until I can dance shamelessly to it alone in my bedroom and right now that wouldn't be fair to a sleeping scott. Thus, I will refrain and have to see how much dancing can get done in the car on the way to work.
While we're discussing tunes let's just get it out there that the entire Jack's Mannequin 'The Glass Passenger' album is amazing as well. God I wish I could play the piano like that man. It doesn't even make sense how good he is. Battles leukemia, still finds time to rock out? That's dedication. I need to quit my job and take up one of my skills for a living but for some reason am finding it hard to believe that someone would actually pay me to make ridiculously themed birthday cakes professionally. I've seen Ace of Cakes. I need more practice.
Other news: surgery has been pushed back until Feb.24th which I'm kind of relieved about. I'm not mentally prepared yet. It will also give me more stalling capabilities as I sign up for last minute, life changing experiences that might hold it off all together. "But mom, this is my one chance to swim with the penguins in Alaska...I HAVE to go," or better yet, "I'm going to be on Ace of Cakes!"....not likely? You haven't seen dedication until you've seen a sleepless internet surfer look up every thing on the planet she can apply for at the last minute!
Side note: At work today I was assigned the drive through portion. You know, people who feel that it's ok to send in an unsigned check with no ID for around $1679.56 and hope to get it cashed. Regardless (or is it 'irregardless'? Must look that up...) I was working, getting the flow of denying one person after another down when a man comes through with his deposit. Open the canister, three twenties and a deposit slip. ALL of which are coated in mustard.
Now, I should have been disgusted. Really, I should have sent it back with a nasty note that said, "Dude, unless you're gonna send the whole hotdog, I'll pass" but I didn't. Why? Because at this point I've encountered it all. Someone has actually wet their pants at my window while I've been waiting on them. A man fresh from dental surgery has spit BLOOD on my counter. I've been sneezed on, breathed on (no one brushes their teeth before 11am....No one.) touched unwillingly. I've been called a dirty liar, a thief, too slow, too fast, too quiet, too happy.
One woman actually asked me why I 'smelled that way'.
Uh, excuse you. Is it overpowering your nauseating 'eau de phermeldahyde'?
Check yourself, hag. I'm a freaking rose garden compared to most of these folks.
what was my point again? OH that's right. My job is terrible. I think that was it...nothing new actually. still on the hunt. Please tell your bosses that a girl who has seen and heard it all and can take an insult like a champ is looking for the next greatest career endeavor.
alright, time to get productive. It's 4 am...that's a perfectly acceptable time to crank the tunes and rock out while doing my hair, right?
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