Ashley is one of my best friends. She is batshit crazy. She says what she thinks regardless of how it sounds or what people will think of her. She has absolutely no shame, nor is she the least bit shy about anything. She is my stalker because she stalks my blog but never comments. There are about a hundred different people that she wants to marry. And she's one of the nicest people I know because she does not pretend like she cares if she doesn't.
Today, she turns twenty-one. No, she isn't going to go out partying and get drunk and stuff. That's going to happen in like a week and a half so she has a week off to wake up from the horrible alcohol-induced coma I just know she's going to give herself. (Don't worry though, I'll be sure to blog everything that she says while she's drunk. Like always.)
Now, if you're reading this, then go check out Ashley's blog. She doesn't write anything even remotely similar to me but that's good. (Her blog is better. She's just a
Happy Birthday Ashley!
I expect you to call me when you're drunk because its always freaking hilarious and I will be very sad if you don't.