Ch. 1 French Toast
And so, with the start of my blog, Insatiable Anorexia, is my first post.
Welcome all ye who enter this dark and shit filled place. I would give you a sword, because it is dangerous, but I would doubt its usefulness entirely.
I am Ashley Trisdale. Please save all High School Musical jokes and GIFs for when they start being funny, okay? Despite my feminine name, I am a dude. Both in sex and gender.
I was forced to make this blog at my friend’s request… or coercion, or tyranny. Whatever you would call it, him forcing me into this.
My friend is pretty cool, though, despite what I just said. He is pretty popular on youtube. He is known as “The Baron” (his actual name is David) and he makes some pretty sick remixes. I’ll probably link to his youtube and soundcloud somewhere on here. I suggest any of his remixes, though I particularly enjoy his “Twilight Hitchcock” remix of Lady Gaga’s Monster and his “xxxHolic” remix of Beyoncé’s XO.
Actually, all of my roommates are pretty cool, really, and my best friends. Actually, maybe one of them isn’t just a roommate but also the owner of the house I currently live in? Haha. Joshua is an aspiring author… or maybe I should say an author aspiring to get better? He actually already has two novels published online. “A Dandy Love” which is a novel set in Victorian times about two dandies in love with each other. It is better than I make it out to be. It is very steampunky and has some supernatural elements to. While Joshua is fully talented at any writing, he prefers horror, and that is fully well proven in “The Walls Can Talk”. While it sounds like a typical haunted house story, it is far from that. Really, there are nights where I have one wrong thought and I spend the entire night staring at my walls.
Night lights do not help. Not since his draft of a story about night lights and psychological horrors. I cannot express the amount of brain bleach I need to remove the nightmares that man has given me.
Peter is my other roommate, besides David and Joshua. Peter is a photographer. A great photographer. He was published in a few magazines. More small townish, nothing big. I’m pretty sure he has won a few contests as well. He does a lot of photography for me and I do a lot of modeling for him. Mainly because our services for each other are totally free. But he works well with anything, really. All of his photos are just amazing, no matter what or who the subject is.
I consider myself rather boring compared to these guys, haha. I am good at what I do according them. I am the epitomy of standing around and looking pretty. Though that does require some skills. I can sew a little, and I have a lot of wig upkeep. I also know a lot of beauty tips and DIYS and stuff.
I think I know somethings to post here. I have to post anyway, with the overbearing Baron checking in every other day.
But my first post will end here, for now. Until later my insatiable anorexics.
"I still can't believe you forced me to get a blog last night, David."
"Will you admit you are an interesting person?"
"No." Ashley retorted, crossing his thin arms for a few seconds. The left still rested upon the right as the manicured hands went to play with a rebellious neon pink highlight in his black hair. "The rest of you are more interesting than I am. All I am is an aspiring model."
"You are a model. Isn’t that blogworthy?" David proposed, still sipping at his steaming coffee.
"Not when my roommates are more interesting than I am." His ice blue eyes glanced at the other as he sipped his coffee. "My first entry was about how my roommates should have a blog."
"Oh really Ashley?" The other rose an eyebrow.
"Yes. You are an awesome DJ. That, and you have a tongue about as long as a KISS bandmate's." Ashley had looked over at that moment to see his point emphasized by David lapping up the coffee with his long tongue. Ashely stopped him for a second by grabbing the end. "With three piercings in it, I may add!" Ashley poked at the large black spherical studs sticking out of his friend’s tongue.
"Yes I know I am awesome. You may continue."David said clearly, his tongue still sticking out like an overheated canine.
“Of course there is Joshua, a rich heir with an actual talent. Prolific, and overly skilled at horror writing. Maybe he’ll be the next Stephan King for all we know. Then there is Peter, an amazing photographer who should be famous by now." Ashley crossed his arms. "All I am is a model. Who goes through all the same modeling crap."
"You’re a gorgeous male model, despite you’re constant fight with manorexia." David cooed and laughed, his silvery blue eyes traveling over Ashley’s body. He was petite in height, slender of build, and skin was a perfectly pale cream moon color. A cute face with ice blue eyes and pearly pink lips and ears with a cute elvish point at the top. Ashley was at least cute. At most, a man to take down senators.
"Yes, yes, I am some perfection of genetics. Now, either take me to your bedroom and we can do it like dogs, or stop looking at me like I am the ham at Thanksgiving." Ashley yawned, stretching his arms before getting off the couch. "Man, I hate getting up early in the morning."
David looked to the clock. He always got up around eight a.m. on Saturdays. "It's not that early."
"It is when you sleep in until eleven." Ashley retorted, heading to the kitchen. He plucked up the coffee from the coffee maker, pouring a mug. He then began to perfect it, pouring in milk and sugars and more extras. "Even more so when you're Joshua."
"He stays up until four writing his stories. I'd be surpised he actually got up before twelve." David replied, changing the channel from cartoons to the news. "Where is the shoot you and Peter are doing?"
"That creepy as hell old forest outside of town. You know the one with the crazy old cat lady living outside of it? The one where-" Ashley cut himself off before mentioning Kylie’s unfortunate incident. "The one where you nearly go into it on the way out of town? It just oozes a Stephan King setting?" Ashley sat down with his coffee in a comfortable but far too large chair. He sipped at his coffee, pleased with results that would seem to be experimental to most. "Peter got up around six to check it out. I know because he is so fucking loud with his giant ass jangling bag."
"Your elfish ears are just sensitive."
"Who is it that's making me listen for every little note of the remix, Baron?"
David laughed at his stage name. "That's 'The Baron' to you."
"Yeah sure Baron." Ashley looked at the news, which had been talking about the woods again. There was another car wreck. "Another? That's the third this month."
"What was the story that Joshua told us about that forest? The one he got from the crazy old cat lady?" David questioned, looking over to Ashley for an answer. The boy shrugged, only sipping at his coffee.
"That the woods is a haven for the darkest creatures of the human mind, and has been known to bring calamity and illness down upon all who enter it?"
"Shit!" David exclaimed, nearly jumping (and falling) off the couch, as Ashley flinched and seemed to stop moving altogether. Joshua’s high toned voice wouldn’t have been as frightening if it wasn’t so raspy. The raspy quality to his high pitched voice just added a lot of unneeded creepiness factor to the already scary enough writer.
"You scared us!"
Joshua only laughed. It sounded slightly manical, but Joshua on his own wasn't all that scary. He was tiny, like Ashley, only being around and inch or two taller than him. He was slim, but not in a battle like Ashley tended to be. His skin was pale and seemed almost grey in certain lighting, which complemented his big, round, bright gold eyes and coffee locks that just breached his eyeline.
"It's just an old wives' tale, though." Joshua yawned lightly, sitting in a chair next to the couch that faced the TV in a slight diagonal slant. "Nothing really that bad about it."
"Forests are just creepy in general." Ashley commented. He was still curled up uncomfortably in the fetal position from Joshua's scare. "And for some reason, every single small town with a forest near it has a freakin' creepy ass story about criminal's, witches, ghosts, demons, or something us scary as Hell."
"Or from Hell." David added, Ashley nodding in agreement.
"Oh, I guess I should get you guys my newest horror draft. It takes place in a forest outside of a small town." Joshua smirked malisciously.
"Fuck you Joshua." David said bluntly as Joshua laughed his creepy chuckle.
"Dude, seriously, you creepy." Ashley said, sipping at his drink, his eyes not leaving Joshua, as if he was frightening murderer who would make a move if his eyes left him.
Joshua only giggled again before their eyes turned to the door to see that Peter had returned.
"Guess we can't do the shoot at the forest." Peter sighed. "And it was gonna be so awesome to."
"Thank gods." Ashley sighed in relief, a grin coming across his face. "That forest is creepy anyways."
"Yeah. I couldn't even enter it. Police and local news crews had the place covered when I exited. Though I exited because I heard sirens."
"The car wreck happened when you were in the forest?" Joshua asked, watching as the auburn haired boy plopped down on the chair across from him.
"Yup. Around seven-thirty the police said." Peter wiped his head free of some sweat. "I had been hiking around looking for good places to shoot."
"Oh, yay, you may have brought calamity and illness upon all of us." David joked, with a hearty laugh.
"Oh and apocalypse! Don't forget apocalypse!" Peter added enthusiastically sarcastic. "However, that forest is creepy. But it's just creepy. Nothing else special."
"So where are we going to shoot?" Ashley questioned, sipping at his coffee. "If nowhere, I plan on going back to bed." Caffeine wasn't an enemy to Ashley's sleep. Not at eight a.m. anyways.
"I don't know really." Peter shrugged, looking across from him at Joshua. "Why the hell are you up so early?"
Ashley and David leaned over, also curious on why the late night author was up.
Joshua grinned, crossing his arms. "I finished up a few short stories and another chapter in my horror novel. So I went to bed early... then I had a nightmare, which prevented me from sleeping the straight twelve hours I wanted."
"With what you write, I'm surprised that you don't have nightmares more often." Ashley commented."Your stuff could put Stephan King into the asylum. It could make Mark Z. Danielewski eat the House of Leaves!"
Joshua frowned, waving way the idea, as if it was ludicrous heresy to be washed way by the waves. "I'm not all that good."
"Still, I have nights where I'm afraid of the squirrels that live in the tree outside my room."
Joshua following giggle still sounded rather evil.
"Stop that." Ashley commanded, retreating back into the fetal position.
Joshua only laughed a little more before stopping. "Sorry."
"How about I make everyone breakfast?" Peter questioned, pushing his hands through his dark auburne hair.
"You better! I woke up at earlier than I usually did! You better be making your Super Awesome French Toast!" Ashley exclaimed loudly.
"You know that sounds really good right now." David agreed.
"I would consider that celebratory." Joshua cooed.
"Okay! Okay!"Peter said getting up, going to the kitchen, giving in to the demands of Super Awesome French Toast.