You can call me Ashley or Ash. On here, I am known as Poetically Always Ashley.I get weak when a guy of my worth says my name. I am insane, yet sane. Get it? Got it? Lovely. You're a fast learner.So you're probably wondering why I'm on MySpace? At first it was for the New Messages! and Friend Request's. And the fact that everywhere I went, I was asked what my MySpace was called and I respond with "What the hell is a Myspace!?"Then I discovered the blog and the Writing and Poetry category. I thought what better way to advertise my work for free, than this?So far, I have 300+ poems already posted.MySpace is my muse in a sense. I'm an aspiring writer. My dream career is to become a famous poet. Writing has always been my escape. I can express myself on paper better than in person. Yet I love intellectual conversations.I don't like talking about myself. There is so much to justify than with just typing. I'm not trying to make myself seem cooler than I already am. So please don't take this profile the wrong way.In all, I am a professional with all that I do. I'm quite mature for my age. Even when I was 6 years old, I seemed 26. I also have a huge advantage that most women would kill for. Which is my young look. I am 20 but some people guess that I am 17 or 18 and sometimes even yougner, because I am only 5'0''. Yes, envy me, it makes me feel so good. Anyways, I am also quite a nerd. A beautiful nerd. Most people don't believe that I write or read. They say I should be ugly not gorgeous. Well, that reason for why people think that way is Jessica Simpson's fault. Thank's babe. I admire that girl. I just want her hair and the ex husband ; )Beauty to me is bone deep. We all feel ugly sometimes but are always beautiful. We're all human. You have to expect and accpet flaws. Hell, I fell on my ass today. Still, I am beautiful, probably the most sexiest fall you'd ever see. I got a head to toe laugh out of it. It made my day actually. And oh fuck it if my hair is messy. Most envy because it looks like I just got done having earth shattering sex.It's so easy to turn bad day's into good day's. Just be an outlaw.Sorry for the inspirational writing, I get caught up with my word's and thought's. I didn't even realize I was talking "it's what is inside that count's" bullshit.If you're still reading this, thank you and here is a blown kiss.Now, check out my poems. They're in my blog and are going no where. So stay a while, grab a handful of soft chew cookies by Ahoy and a cold frosted glass of Mt. Dew. Leave a comment and I'll love you long time.
