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You can take the girl out of the Valley...

About Me

I'm a perfect mixture of sugar and spice, although I can be a REAL effin c-word. I'm pretty much a total social retard. I get severe social anxiety. Sometimes it makes my armpits drip sweat the consistency of baby oil. I always want to be the graceful, respectable Anne Welles, but I always end up as the Jennifer North. I met my ex in a porno shop and married him in the back seat of a taxi in Vegas. I'm classy like that. I don't use tampons because the thought of a wadded up cotton ball exceeding 98 degrees inside my body, well, kinda grosses me out. I'm not very good at judging time, distance or length. Don't let a lot of time lag between the time I say 'yes' and whatever it is. I over-analyze everything and will probably change my mind. I admit to being a little bit Star Trek-y, but unless I'm carrying a purse shaped like a coffin, or you want your ass kicked, please don't call me 'goth'. Why is there so much text here? I love to write, yet have no outlet. The people who get this far and actually read this whole profile are probably the people I could relate to as friends. I'm known to be a little kooky. I don't care how much I like someone, I like me some alone time. I'm totally opinionated but yet I don't give a crap. I love a good debate and stirring someone up over something I don't care about one way or another. Tact is not one of my better qualities. Its not intentional, but I always seem to be saying something inappropriate. Ooops. The supernatural spooks me, but not as much as popping open a can of those Pillsbury rolls. I know its coming but I jump every time! You'll know when I'm angry because I'll say the 'F' word a lot. I have cellulite on the back of my thighs. I hate it, but what's a girl to do? I'm a hard person to warm up to. Not just because I'm a bitch, but I like 'real' people and they are so hard to find. And I mean 'real' people who are down to earth and are into their own lives and don't feel the need to put their catty claws into other's business. My theory is: if you dig your own life, there is no need to disrupt someone elses. I don't care what Calvin is pissing on, I hate those decals and if you're sportin' one on your ride, I hate you, too. I like to watch bad movies and listen to records. I don't eat lettuce. Eiew!! I wish I was 10 pounds heavier. All in all, I really like myself. Before you yell 'conceited', just remember that if I cant stand hanging out with me, who else could? I can have just as much fun alone as I do with friends, but damn I do love the few real friends I have. You can't play Connect Four alone. My mom thought something was wrong with me as a kid because I'd rather stay home and read the encyclopedia set cover to cover. I like toilet humor. I think farting is funny and I'll do it on the first date (fart, that is). I like to keep my (real) nails long, but when I masturbate it leaves little bloody cresent-moons. Happy faces bug me and if you're wearing one on a pin or draw one on my check, I'm secretly beating you up inside my head. My boyfriend dumped me for another guy on Springer in 1999. My cat died. I want a pug and can't wait until I'm settled and responsible enough for one. I want a lot of things, but that would require living outside my means. And right now I cant even claim to be a hundredaire. I'm itching to go to Graceland. And New Mexico. Let's not forget Dollywood. I hate clothes and would rather be naked all the time. Could it be because I couldn't tell the difference between an Armani and a Sears suit? Clothes put you in a 'clique' and it really sucks to get judged on your gettup rather than what you really have to offer. Unless, of course, that IS all you have to offer. Don't read me wrong- I love to dress up but I don't like people thinking they have something in common with me when they are just attracted to my outfit. Like how everyone wearing Chuck Taylors has this instant membership into some secret clique or something. I like swimming (naked) and laying out in the sun (naked). I don't like cold weather, but I love a good rain. I'm a walking, talking contradiction; I'm good, I'm bad, I'm mean, I'm nice...perfect balance of ying/yang inside me, although most days they're fighting amongst themselves. All in all I'm a pretty cool chick, and maybe if you're lucky you'll find that out someday, too...

My Interests

The weekly tabloids; eating; TAXIDERMY, and hanging out at the shop paying my dues there as I start at the bottom and learn the trade; hanging out alone; decoupage; surprise hook-ups out of nowhere; 70's Sears & Roebuck style; UNO; collecting unique friends and interesting stories; girls who let me go further than kissing; camping; tinkering on my '67 Yamaha Trailmaster, thinking I know what I'm doing; Jesus, Elvis and UFO's; people watching; big hair and Aquanet; breast implants; tight clothes; peep shows; thriftin'; sewing; Zombies!!!; platform shoes; carnivals and corndogs; midgets (they're so neat!); Police 911; being naked; chopping up my own hair; swap meets, yard sales, second-hand stores, antique malls; karaoke (I am so bad I should be embarrassed); miniature golf; Burlesque and tassles; analingus (giving and receiving); guys with big sideburns oh-my-gawd it makes me so hot...; having fun at my own expense; pencil-thin mustaches; cooking; big hips and tiny waists; masturbating; listening to records and watching bad movies; knives, boots and mini skirts; sexy, hefty cheesecake models from the 50's/60's; BBQ'n; traveling (domestic and international); lesbian prison sex; oral sex; pretending I'm the star of my own movie; remote viewing (I totally believe that crap); and of course helping O.J. find the real killer.

I'd like to meet:

Oh-my-effing crotch..this guy. I know he's dead, but...I mean, really... Is there anything hotter than a junkie-thin rockstar?? I think not. Well, maybe an anorexic punk rocker. And where's Bruce McCulloch? I want him to walk around my apartment and say 'its a pill..that gives worms..to ex girlfriends' like, every five minutes. I would wet my pants all day long. Almost anyone who wants to play a game of Zombies!!!. A bunch of dead guys- Serge Gainsbourg, Keith Moon, Stiv Bators. Iggy Pop and Keith Richards, before they LOOKED dead. My twin. Dolly Parton, pre-90's. Ric Ocasek, in the 80's. Jeff Goldblum, tonight. (This is starting to sound like a 'Who I'd Like To Do' list.) 'Floyd', the roomate. Matt Stone. (Is he not TOTALLY EFFEN HOTT? I want him to show up at my place as 'Dave'.) Lewis Skolnick. Agent Cooper. Someone to teach me to throw knives. This 'figure it out yourself' crap is for the birds. Friends who are comfortable enough to go through my fridge without asking first. Someone smitten with me. Someone to make out with on my lambskin rug while we're listening to 80's lite rock, like Sergio Mendes or Air Supply. Someone genuine. Someone who can't wait for the next time they see me. Someone who's actions speak louder than words. Someone who feels the same way about me that Billy Joel must have felt about the person who inspired him to write 'Just the Way You Are.' Yeah, someone like that. Someone who wants to be with me, for me, not just because they don't want to or can't be alone. (I stole that from 'Golden Girls'.) Someone who doesn't go out on the weekends expecting to get laid. Like thats what Friday's all about, ya know?? Someone to take me places. Someone who doesn't mind having to hear my terrible, flat voice singing on road trips. Someone who doesn't make a mess with the toothpaste tube. Someone who doesn't leave crumbs in the butter. That really grosses me out. Someone to like me for who I am, and appreciate me for MY qualities and not wish I posessed someone elses. If Edith Massey wasn't dead, I'd ask her to be my best friend. But really. I want to meet you if we have similar lowbrow interests, or you are interesting enough to hold my attention for a few minutes. My ADD only allows 30 seconds to get interested or I move on to something else. Don't ask to add me to your friends list for your popularity contest. Honestly, who needs, or can keep up with 847 friends? How's that for being a c-word?

Music:

The original soundtrack from 'Enter the Dragon' is the newest house LP. It hasn't left the turntable since it's arrival. Serge Gainsbourg, ABBA, Descendents/ALL, Bowie, Oingo Boingo, Motley Crue (pre-Dr Feelgood), DEVO, 1960's go-go and spaced out lounge sounds, LA Guns, Sugarcubes/Bjork. TOTO, because I can't rock 'Hold the Line' enough on the jukebox... The Cars, black Michael Jackson, Rolling Stones, Pat Benatar, Sex66, Maiden, Iggy/Stooges, Pixies, Kinks. Metallica (pre-black album). DIO, NY Dolls, Judas Priest, The Last, Lionel Ritchie, T-Rex, AC/DC, Dead Boys. If Sebastian Bach isn't on vocals, it isn't Skid Row. Go-Go's, Duran Duran, Depeche and all of that 80's new wave and Mtv hits we know by heart. GNR's 'Appetite'. They shoulda stopped there. I still love 80's/early 90's big hair and eyeliner bands. Bread, Neil Diamond, Hall and Oates (and no, I am not the slightest bit embarrassed), Carpenters, Carrie Nations/Kelly Affair, Deep Purple. Any and all bad 70's and 80's top 40 and lite rock hits (Anne Murray, Eddie Rabbit, Glen Campbell, Ronnie Milsap) that I own on vinyl... Jeezus, just about anything I can sing along with- this list could go on and on and on.Glenn Danzigs voice just makes my kitty PURR. And no Zeppelin, please, unless its Zeppelin IV, side one, and we are gonna be makin' out. (Thanks for the tip, Damone.)

Movies:

BEYOND THE VALLEY OF THE DOLLS (and any other Russ Meyer flicks); Star 80; Female Trouble; Desperate Living; Polyester; Mask (with Rocky Dennis, NOT Cameron Diaz!); Barbarella; Boogie Nights; Basketcase, Frankenhooker and most Frank Henenlotter stuff; Repo Man; Taxi Driver; True Romance; Earth Girls Are Easy; Bladerunner; The Jerk (duh!); They Came From Within; Revenge of the Nerds; Fast Times; Invasion of the Bee Girls; Breast Men; Blue Velvet; Barfly; Wild at Heart; Orgazmo; Evil Dead 1&2; Robocop; Texas Chainsaw 2 ('sure took care of my hems'); Pulp Fiction and of course, Reservoir Dogs; Like Normal People; quotable 80's comedy movies (oh, there's plenty...); Incredible Mr. Limpit; original Planet of the Apes movies; Short Circuit 2; Dreamscape; Anna to the Infinite Power; Double Agent 73 (and any other bad sexploitation flick with big, naked tits); Can't Buy Me Love; Night Patrol; Taboo Iⅈ chicks in prison flicks; Milo and Otis; gory Tom Savini-esque bloody movies; anything with hacking off limbs and fake blood; 70's/80's horror; early Troma crap and lots of other 'movies' that most my friends cant get past the first 15 minutes of.

Television:

Star Trek (TOS), Twin Peaks, Simpsons, Diff'rent Strokes, Hunter, Quantum Leap, Golden Girls, Vega$, Penn and Teller: BULLSHIT!, Mama's Family, anything on E!. Documentary crap, forensic crime shows ('real' stuff, not Hollywood), History, Discovery channel... I don't have cable so I'm stuck watching FOX. Now there's some quality programing. Television. The cheapest, most effective lobotomy.

Books:

Kathryn Dunn, 'Geek Love'; John Waters, 'Shock Value'; David Icke, 'Biggest Secret' and 'The Truth Shall Set You Free'; any true crime (preferably with gory pics and details); any scandalous celebrity BS; juicy, unauthorized biographies, as well as autobiographies; Alternative 3; 'non fiction' books written about how Jesus was really from outer space, or the space station on the dark side of the moon, or anything on UFO abductions and human hybridization, or Nikola Tesla's far out discoveries, or anything on brainwashing and the MK-Ultra program, or esoteric Freemason/New World Order stuff, secret societies, world control, reptilian shapeshifters, microchipping, and anything else that might red flag me as a loon and have the government keep an eye (or that laser on the moon) on me. Real? I dont know. Possible, but far fetched? Totally. It always makes for good reading. And on a last note, none of this would be possible without the one book I can't do without: the dictionary.

Heroes:

"We are anything but common."Ronnie 'Z-man' Barzell; ED209 and Johnny 5 ('I think robots are sexy'); Snake Plissken; Bruce Campbell. Murray Langston. Clarice Starling. She's sassy, mouthy, and she ate human brains. My kinda broad. Laura Dern, for doin' it with both Jeff Goldblum and Billy Bob Thorton (when he was hot). Some girls get all the luck.

My Blog

raddest pad, ever

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Posted by *TV* on Thu, 25 Sep 2008 11:12:00 PST

judas the jerk

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Posted by *TV* on Fri, 15 Aug 2008 08:45:00 PST

I heart construction

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Posted by *TV* on Fri, 06 Jun 2008 09:25:00 PST

I need bigger boobs

The more weight I gain, and the bigger my hips and booty get, the smaller my boobs look.  I need a bigger boob job. *sigh*
Posted by *TV* on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 03:14:00 PST

I don’t care...

...if the volume IS turned down... take your freaking ear buds out when you talk to me!!Stoopid  ipod generation.
Posted by *TV* on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 12:02:00 PST

thy kingdom come

It was 7am and I was a little grouchy; I chose the bus stop that had shelter from the pouring rain instead of the uncovered stop by the coffee stand. I would've rather just been in bed but I had a Dr'...
Posted by *TV* on Thu, 31 Jan 2008 01:03:00 PST

jingle hell

Oh, crap, the season is upon me. Once again, I try so patiently to listen to the 'are you ready for Christmas' question over and over and oh fruck that terrible music!  I hate that it is forced u...
Posted by *TV* on Tue, 18 Dec 2007 02:51:00 PST

the more you drive...

...the less intelligent you are.Ya know, I've always thought that getting to live in a metropolis and not having a car would be a cool thing. I like public transportation. Then again, I never seem to ...
Posted by *TV* on Sun, 16 Dec 2007 02:37:00 PST

whore moans?

Ain't it funny... I'm damn near 34 years old, and it never fails.  Everytime I meet a new 'friend', I get pimples. Just my luck.
Posted by *TV* on Mon, 29 Oct 2007 01:17:00 PST

bring me Mary Lick

Vanity:  Excessive pride in one's appearance or accomplishments.  How someone can be so totally insecure but so vain is beyond me... such a contradiction.   Sometimes I wish someone wou...
Posted by *TV* on Fri, 05 Oct 2007 11:09:00 PST