happy birthday, ashley!

people ask me why on earth would a girl like ashley find a guy like me interesting. after they return from my basement buldging with lost treasures from ancient lands, stolen masterpeices from many of the great masters, and canvas bags stuffed with unmarked bills and loose jewels, they turn to me and repeat their question.

well i certainly dont know, but let me tell you why i think we get along so well. we both love television and computers, her hair and my hands.

as boisterous and emotional and bubbly and excitable as ashley can be - at the drop of the hat - in public she can be as quiet as a church mouse and as shy as an exchange student. she hates to drive, is terrified of the freeway and comes to california carless and carefree.

her videotapes are organized chronologically, her harddrive is a masterpiece, her singing voice is divine. ashley doesnt cook anything. i once asked her to make me some toast as i showered and she looked at me like what do i look like, mrs. toastygirl? she eventually made me some toast and you dont see me asking for any more from her do you, nope.

i love ashley and im glad she lives closer to me.

maybe now she'll find her way onto this web site from time to time.