Hello, my name is Ashlyn.
American blood, English heart.
Here you will find my obsessions. Possibly sometimes rants. You have been forewarned.
I know I’ve only been posting my trip(s) and pics of me with The Killers. As many of you know….they are my favorite band. And plenty of yours’ as well (you know who you are). I want to write out my trip adventures but that may take some time to getting around to…So I did want to share a piece of my conversation with Brandon Flowers…because ONLY Killers fans will understand why and truly appreciate what a gentleman he is.
Me: *stuttering* Can I get a picture with you?
Brandon: Oh, Yeah. Sure.
Me: It has to look good. We have to make sure I don’t look crazy.
Me: I look crazy and terrible in every photo I have with you.
*Brandon touches/pats my arm*
Brandon: Come on, now. I seriously doubt that.
Me: Ohh…I—Thank you.
Brandon: *laughs* Alrighht, let’s get this pic.
And that’s when I died.
My Battle Born collage of me meeting the guys in Dallas, Texas. :)
(I am bored, insomnia has set in, and I’m still living in the moment of when it happened, so….expect a lot of Killers spam).
that terrible moment when you have to be at work at 8:00 am. Look at your clock only to realize it’s 4:30 in the morning and your body/mind stilll hasn’t let you go to sleep.
I’ve been writing a story about all my “adventures” but if you can come off anon - i’ll try to give you the long story LOL :)
Come off anon so we can talk alll about it!