AshleyJoy’s blog

Do you know any war veterans?
Submitted by Fightin' 6th Marines.

You are proof that not all soldiers are heroes.

In 5 words or less, who are you? 
Submitted by dejablu503.

Jake's pregnant girlfriend. 

We were sleeping on the couch.  I woke up and saw my reflection in the TV.  I sat there, looking down, holding my belly.  How big is it going to get?  Am I going to be able to birth it?  Am I going to be able to take care of it?  Will I be a good mom?

Jake took a picture with his cell phone and snapped me out of it.  They say it's normal to have these thoughts.

Ashley:  Is it really that big?
Jake: Ohhh, yeah.

Big ol belly

So you think you're an artist because you have access to some paints and a canvas?

I'd like to post some of the lovely "artwork" that I've seen around lately.

The only reason anyone pretends to be impressed is because you are showing it to your grandma, your best friend, some guy who wants to fuck you, or the other douchebags posting their garbage on deviant art.

This is the type of shit I did in middle school two hours before my project was due because I needed a grade and I had spent the class time for the previous three weeks either sleeping or playing with my bass guitar trying to be in some kind of girl rock band. (Which reminds me, your band sucks, too!)

So next time you're sitting with your legging-covered ham hock looking calves resting on an ottoman admiring your vintage flats in the sunlight, and suddenly you feel inspired to be creative, try these:  

Not only is it about at your level, but you'll save some money, and you can spend your savings on a new hobby.

Who are the most frequently mentioned people on your Vox blog? 
Submitted by Amirul B Ruslan.  

Haha.  Seriously? Read a few entries.  JAKE.

On Saturday night, Jake brought home some girl from the internet.  I choked the shit out of her with his belt while he fucked her.  What a whore.  Maybe she'll come over again if she didn't feel too slutted when she woke up.

There's a lot more to it, posting this might make me elaborate on it. 

My co-worker, Chip, always gets food from Boston Market.  Last night he suggested I go there to get a veggie plate.

On my way to work, Jake asked what I wanted, and we went to Boston Market.

We had the most obnoxious, ignorant bitch in front of us.  It seemed like it took her an eternity to order, then she kept telling the servers, "don't be stingy now, put more on that plate."

When it was finally our turn, Jake ordered my veggies.  Potatos, sweet potato casserole, string beans, and mac and cheese.  It was really good.  I had never been to Boston Market before and it was not something I thought I would like.

Anyway, when he dropped me off he said he would bring by more food later because I have to eat with my medicine, and I'd still be hungry.

NOTHING sounds good.   I've found out that if I go too long without eating, the thought of food makes me nauseous.  With this pregnancy, the best thing for me is to eat a little, often.

Jake offered to go to Arturo's, and get me a bean and cheese burrito with two tortillas, but the wait at night is always long and I hate sending him there.

Chip mentioned he needed to refill his jar of peanut M&M's, so I started thinking... what's at the grocery store?

It lead to this major mouth watering craving for King's Hawaiian Bread.  So I told Jake that's what I wanted, with peanut M&M's for Chip.

Chip and I started talking about Hawaiian Bread because he and I can both sit here and eat it all night.  He mentioned how he used to make sandwiches with it, so I started wanting a sandwich.  What kind? Peanut butter and jelly!  So I tell Jake to get the bread, the M&Ms, and reduced fat peanut butter.

Jake called from the grocery store.  He couldn't find the bread, I told him it's in the orange package, then... I wanted gum.

He went to the candy aisle to find Chip's M&M's, but no gumballs.  So what kind of candy do I want?  He asks if I like Jolly Rancers?  YEAH! Jolly Ranchers.  That's what I want.  And add a Pepsi for Chip.

Jake called back.

He said in was checking out and the cashier asked, "Is your wife pregnant?"

I'll probably mess this up, but it was something like this...

He said he told her that he always thought it was just a bad bit for comedians, but there he is, in the middle of the night, buying dumb shit for his pregnant girl.

Think about it.  Hawaiian bread.  Peanut butter.  Jolly Ranchers.  Peanut M&M's.  Pepsi.  At 2:00 am.

Just wait til he gets here and I tell him that I think I want the burrito instead, ha ha ha!

I've also been eating everything bagels, with cream cheese, lettuce, tomato, and onion everyday.

I never even really liked cream cheese before, unless it was strawberry.

Yay for pregnancy!

I love Jake.

I had been whining to Jake that I wanted a haircut since early February
when we saw this new place opening up by our apartment.  Because I have
not been feeling good about myself at all lately, Jake said I needed to
do something for myself.  He scheduled a hair appointment.  I told him
to choose the cut because I probably won't be happy anyway and he's the
one who has to look at me, haha.

He took a picture in and talked to Robin.

This is the first time I have ever had a haircut I'm happy with.

She cut it just how Jake asked, with improvements.   I told her about my
work so she thinned it out, so I could get up and go without having to
mess with it too much.  She even dried it, styled it, and showed me what
I can do with a flat iron.

It is experiences like this that make me actually want to go back to a
place.

I don't feel like I tipped her enough.

We're going to make another appointment soon for color.  Jake wants the
red to be black and the blonde to be red.  I'm excited.

Jake ordered a collar for me.