tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76688593385548360202011-04-21T10:44:08.793-07:00There's a big bend - and I can't see what's next in this life... I'm just hoping it's worth all this work. I'll be trying to better document every day - the boring and the fantastic... sharing with strangers and teaching myself about myself.Ashley Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13250879411155451179noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668859338554836020.post-27369300320735217642007-12-13T20:33:00.000-08:002007-12-13T20:41:38.406-08:00Worked till six. Met with Isaac at Adriana's, my favorite coffee/food spot in FivePoints, here in Columbia. He left after we ate and I entertained myself outside, talking to "coffee friends" and a bum selling flowers. I told him he'd sell more flowers if he didn't seem so angry and curse all the time. He agreed and then ranted about the medicine the state had him on and how he doesn't take it anymore and he wants to buy a license to vend on the street. Almost a nice guy - but not.<br /><br />Taught a particularly good bellydance class tonight. It feels good to have a small but loyal group of students. We bliss out a lot and that's GREAT!<br /><br />Afterward, we went to a little burrito place and talked, in detail, about sex and kids and self-esteem. I love - I NEED - woman talk on a regular basis. Now I'm in bed, staring at the back of my lover's head. He's studying for finals and that makes me kind of glad I'm not in school... even though I severely miss academia on a regular basis.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668859338554836020-2736930032073521764?l=restlessbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ashley Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13250879411155451179noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668859338554836020.post-24147715415676817272007-12-13T07:31:00.000-08:002007-12-13T07:37:13.952-08:00Stayed up too late last night, talking independent film with Isaac's roommate, Micah, and his friend Chris. Maybe... 3:30am? Isaac was already asleep when I finally threw away my empty Horsby's bottle and crawled in bed.<br /><br />I'm about to run out the door for work - but realize that I left the jeans I was going to wear across town, at the duplex. So it's gonna be a white American Apparel long-sleeved T-shirt and Isaac's gray sweatpants. Glad I don't work in an office.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668859338554836020-2414771541567681727?l=restlessbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ashley Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13250879411155451179noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668859338554836020.post-7193236908557232192007-12-12T21:12:00.000-08:002007-12-12T22:24:51.907-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zNzXWt3Y2UA/R2DQLZatzAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MLjm9orKdG8/s1600-h/IMG_0713.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zNzXWt3Y2UA/R2DQLZatzAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MLjm9orKdG8/s400/IMG_0713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143339668677184514" border="0" /></a><br />Oh yeah. From smiling too much. Happy? Maybe. Though, working in retail during the Christmas season means smiling a WHOLE lot. <div> </div><div>Went home from work, right away, for a shower and to get my laundry done. I'm militant about laundry. It must always be washed, dried and put in proper, designated areas in the most efficient time. Enjoyed a glass of wine and shuffled through more pictures from Sunday's marathon photo shoot. Good stuff.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668859338554836020-719323690855723219?l=restlessbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ashley Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13250879411155451179noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668859338554836020.post-25693464677807302952007-12-11T21:40:00.000-08:002007-12-12T22:31:32.878-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zNzXWt3Y2UA/R2DRuZatzCI/AAAAAAAAABE/Wzcd3yCdJeY/s1600-h/2100042058_5bb78b5587_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zNzXWt3Y2UA/R2DRuZatzCI/AAAAAAAAABE/Wzcd3yCdJeY/s320/2100042058_5bb78b5587_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143341369484233762" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div>Still recovering from Sunday's 6 hour long photo shoot with Columbia Alternacirque. It's tuesday, which has lately been reserved for modeling at the Art Museum's drawing class - but I'm home for the night eating Whoppers candies in bed. </div><div>Christmas is around the the corner and, January 5th, Natalie, Brad and I are moving... well... around the corner. I'm excited about the new house. It's nice and the dog is going to love the yard. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668859338554836020-2569346467780730295?l=restlessbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ashley Bennetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13250879411155451179noreply@blogger.com0