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My name is Ashlie; I’m a 5’2’’ 21 year old with a hot temper and a taste for the beach.
I consider myself a godless pagan. I do not believe in a god of any kind, although I enjoy the random and peaceful romp through nature. I believe in listening to your intuition and doing what you believe to be right without fear.
Undeniably, there is power in all the world, but neither it nor any pretend divinty punishes, reprimands or rewards me for deeds commited by me in my life. Fear of reprimand from an unseen force is ignorant and sets our species and it's people back billions of years.
Coming from a blindly Christian family I'd say that I've come a long way from stupidity.
I tend to rant often. I lose my temper easily and I'm not afraid to speak out of turn. This has gotten me into trouble on more than one occasion… but it’s me and it’s not changing. I tend to be more of a boy in that aspect of my personality than I’d like, but I figure if they can be lazy and stone sturdy stubborn I want to be too. I’m sure to be the death of myself, but for now I’m taking my dog’s advice and living for the moment.
I enjoy strawberries, dark chocolate, lattes and Bailey’s Irish Crème.
I’m good at photography, making art, reading, laughing, swimming, getting hurt, and arguing.
I tend to lack talent in the following areas;
Letting others speak their minds when in the heat of a battle of the intellects.
Knowing when to shut up, Holding my liquor, Mixing my own drinks, Whistling, Keeping my cool in traffic, Letting people be stupid in public, Dancing, Playing nice, Staying at or under the speed limit, and Accepting compliments.
I’d like to visit Ireland one day, and I’d die to go to photography school there. What keeps me from wetting myself with the idea of traveling and possibly living there however is that while Ireland holds true to many of her original pagan ideals and beliefs, it is a largely Catholic country.
When I grow up I’d like to be a professional photographer for National Geographic. I would love to travel and learn new languages and see all the different cultures that are harbored by this beautiful planet.
I’m a neat freak and an almost 70’s-ish woman type. I don’t enjoy cleaning and straightening, but with the people I live with it becomes a chore that I either get done or my house looks like a pig sty. I’m constantly wiping, re-arranging, straightening or washing from the second I wake to the minute I go to bed. It’s hard on me, and I hate to admit that it causes me more stress than a girl my age deserves, but it can’t be helped. It stresses me to be dirty and it stresses me to leave the dirt alone. It’s a circle I’m cursed to run in. I suppose as a woman I’m “good” that way, but I don’t do it for anyone else, I do it for me. Like I said before about myself and the death of me and stuff.
If you want to know more about me, you can PM me. Otherwise you’ll just learn about me from my blog. I’m always writing.
Ashlie
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