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Name: Ashley Marie
Birthday: 9/3/1991
Gender: Female
Interests: God-acting-singing-writing pomes-drawing-listening to music-hanging w/ my friends-dancing-decorating my walls w/ pictures-traveling-being outside-movies(~speially scary movies), rock climbing, kayaking, reading, art, youth group, karate, yoga
Expertise: I hope to be a set designer and actress someday but who knows!
Message: message meEmail: email me
Member Since:
2/12/2005
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| Hey there guys. Life is good. Its about to get REALLY busy though (what else is new, right?). so i probably won't be updating as much as normal. Please forgive me. If you need to reach me, please don't hesitate to call/text me. I keep my phone on/near me always. Ill get to yas. I love you all so0o0o0o0o0 much and i better see you all either sunday morning or at the Bowl Bash! **hearts** ***419-344-2760*** ~Asherly | | |
| being sick SUUUUUUUUUUUCKS!!!! I don't have time to get sick! AHHHH! ~Ash | | |
| soooooooooo muuuch paaaaaaaaain.....breathing hurts. Owwwwwww. My parents and i started this 90 day, hour a day work out program and it kicks ur butt. Then i had to go to karate for another hour of butt-kickingness. Im not gonna be able to walk tomorrow. OWWWWWWWW! : ( Looking good is painful. lol. ~Me | | |
| i don't really have much to say, so im not really sure wat to say. Uhm....im still here i guess. ~Ashley | | |
| i have been listening to this song a lot lately.....im not feeling the same things, but the song consoles me some how. 45 by Shinedown Send away for a priceless gift
One not subtle, one not on the list
Send away for a perfect world
One not simply, so absurd
In these times of doing what you're told
Keep these feelings, no one knows
What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart
And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
I'm swimming through the ashes of another life
There's no real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45
Send a message to the unborn child
Keep your eyes open for a while
In a box high up on the shelf, left for you, no one else
There's a piece of a puzzle known as life
Wrapped in guilt, sealed up tight
What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart
And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
I'm swimming through the ashes of another life
There's no real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45
Everyone's pointing their fingers
Always condemning me
And nobody knows what I believe
I believe
And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
I'm swimming through the ashes of another life
There's no real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45
~My thoughts ~Ashley | | |
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