I woke up the day of the AMA’s with a slight headache.  I had spent last night thinking about how this would end up.  I know Ashley Davies, and I know this is going to be a big production.  She wants me back.  And, I know what she’ll do to get that.  Tonight could happen very different, but I’m hoping it ends up one way.  You know, Ashley, in my bed with a little wipcream, chocolate syrup.  Ok, woah.  This is the thing that sucks about your thoughts.  They are totally not cencored.  And normally you are the only one that knows about them.  Not know because to understand my story, you have to understand the way my mind works.

So, a few minutes later my phone rang.

Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone

Just the one, two I was just counting on

That never happens, I guess I’m dreaming again

Let’s be more than this

"Hello."  I asked.

"Hey.  So, I hope you’re as excited as I am about tonight."  She says.

"Excited?  Yes.  Nervous as hell?  Hell yes."  I say, and she laughs.

"Well, I’ll send someone to get you around five.  Just don’t get ready.  I’ve got a tone of surprises for you."  She says.

"Something told me you would."  I say.

She laughs.  "You know me too well.  I have to get ready.  I’ll see you tonight."

"Ok, bye Ash."  I say as I hang up.

Now, what do I do until five.  What do celebrities do on award show day when it isn’t time to get ready?  I know.  I think I’ll grab some coffee and watch re-runs of The Hills until then.  Yes, I’m sure celebrities watch this.

So, I love the hills.  I mean, I’m really not a big fan of Justin Bobby.  I guess some people have their ways.  He’s kind of like how Ashley was when we first started hanging out.  Lauren’s hot.  Can we talk about that?  Holy shit.  It’s four thirty, and I have to take a shower.  I run to the shower basically taking my clothes off the whole way there.  I jump in, and I shower.  That was the fastest shower in the history of the world.  Damn you Justin Bobby for almost making me late.  My hair is dry when the doorbell rings.  When I open it there is a man there with flowers, white roses, twenty two of them to be exact.  He hands me a card.