Sooo...I'm off to Texas today! I'm flying out of Carlsbad and into Dallas, so if my plane goes down, you guys'll know. With all the plane crashes lately, I'm a bit nervous. But, we'll see how it goes.
Here's the plan if I die:
Do not mourn my passing. In fact, I would like you to celebrate as the Egyptians did with the passing of their pharaoh. A funeral should be a celebration of the person's life!
Oreos and milk will be served. And cheese. Sharp cheddar cheese.
I want to be cremated. I don't like the idea of rotting in the ground. Yuck.
I want my ashes spread in the desert, namely Ocotillo Wells.
I would like my ex-boyfriends called and told, "Remember what a dick you were to Ashley? Now she's dead. I hope you're happy."
Give my things to Goodwill.
Donate the five dollars I have in my wallet and the two dollars I have in the bank to...shit...I don't know...my cat?
FINALLY: everyone at the funeral should have sex that night. Get laid in honor of me.
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So, I'm dramatic. At least I've got a plan. What's your plan, genius?
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Here are the lyrics to Jason Mraz's "Plane":
Drain the veins from head
Clear out the reds in my eyes to get by security lines
Dear x-ray machine
Pretend you don't know me so well
I won't tell if you lied
Cry, 'cause the drought's been brought up
Drinkin' 'cause you're looking so good in your Starbuck's cup
I complain for the company that I keep
The windows for sleeping rearrange
And I'm nobody
Who's laughing now?
CHORUS
I'm leaving your town again
And I'm over the ground that you've been spinning
And I'm up in the air, so baby hell, yeah
Well I can see your house from here
If the plane goes down, damn
I'll remember where the love was found
If the plane goes down, damn
Damn, I should be so lucky
Even only 24 hours under your touch
You know I need you so much
I cannot wait to call you
And tell you that I landed somewhere
And hand you a square of the airport
And walk you through the maze of the map
That I'm gazing at
Gracefully unnamed and feeling guilty for the luck
And the look that you gave me
You make me somebody
Ain't nobody knows me
Not even me can see it, yet I bet I'm
CHORUS
I love that song. It's really emotional 'n' shit.
Anywho, I'm off to finish packing.
Hugs & kisses!!!
Here's the plan if I die:
Do not mourn my passing. In fact, I would like you to celebrate as the Egyptians did with the passing of their pharaoh. A funeral should be a celebration of the person's life!
Oreos and milk will be served. And cheese. Sharp cheddar cheese.
I want to be cremated. I don't like the idea of rotting in the ground. Yuck.
I want my ashes spread in the desert, namely Ocotillo Wells.
I would like my ex-boyfriends called and told, "Remember what a dick you were to Ashley? Now she's dead. I hope you're happy."
Give my things to Goodwill.
Donate the five dollars I have in my wallet and the two dollars I have in the bank to...shit...I don't know...my cat?
FINALLY: everyone at the funeral should have sex that night. Get laid in honor of me.
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So, I'm dramatic. At least I've got a plan. What's your plan, genius?
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Here are the lyrics to Jason Mraz's "Plane":
Drain the veins from head
Clear out the reds in my eyes to get by security lines
Dear x-ray machine
Pretend you don't know me so well
I won't tell if you lied
Cry, 'cause the drought's been brought up
Drinkin' 'cause you're looking so good in your Starbuck's cup
I complain for the company that I keep
The windows for sleeping rearrange
And I'm nobody
Who's laughing now?
CHORUS
I'm leaving your town again
And I'm over the ground that you've been spinning
And I'm up in the air, so baby hell, yeah
Well I can see your house from here
If the plane goes down, damn
I'll remember where the love was found
If the plane goes down, damn
Damn, I should be so lucky
Even only 24 hours under your touch
You know I need you so much
I cannot wait to call you
And tell you that I landed somewhere
And hand you a square of the airport
And walk you through the maze of the map
That I'm gazing at
Gracefully unnamed and feeling guilty for the luck
And the look that you gave me
You make me somebody
Ain't nobody knows me
Not even me can see it, yet I bet I'm
CHORUS
I love that song. It's really emotional 'n' shit.
Anywho, I'm off to finish packing.
Hugs & kisses!!!



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blastprocessing:
You didn't mention that new mini-set.
macska:
Your name is Ashley? I wouldn't have guessed Ashley. Have fun in Texas- I hope you don't die.