Do you know me personally? I mean, have we cut the cake together? uh...have we cut anything at all together? haha- if you say yes, then you DON'T know me. Alright alright, last time-know me? Then send me a message here -click the pic below- and I'll add you to my private profile:
Angel
I'm a serious wack job. I have a couple of screws missing. I know that I'm lewd and arrogant, vain and delusive, unrealistic and sometimes cruel. I'm not that smart. I speak fluent Spanish, but only when I'm drunk. I know about 50 impressive social phrases and my accent is Andalucian. I smoke. Almost anything that burns. I love men. It's a constant issue and it's tired. I speak about sex but loathe the complications...
I speak about sex as if I were Venus but in reality I'm Agnes of God. I mean, Lara Croft is my hero. Think about it. I'm gonna freak out when my looks start to go. I actually think they haven't gone yet. All the pictures on MySpace are of my next door neighbor. I steal poems from chapbooks and pretend that I wrote them. I actually meet people on the internet. I try to seduce them. They try to seduce the planet. It's strange...
I don't really think I would ever try to actually meet any of my new friends on MySpace. I think it's a conspiracy. I hate the word blog. It's ...dumb.
I'm very difficult and for the most part I have no idea how to make a man happy. I usually do everything wrong. I don't ever watch what I say and I get in trouble for it alot. I'm working on that. I'm a poet, I'm not used to censorship. But I'm trying because I am a dumb bitch that is the pitfall of all women and I should be murdered in my sleep, because as a human being I'm pretty goddamm worthless. I don't have any friends and only about 2 people talk to me as months go by.
My idea of foreplay was always a lobster dinner, but now it just taste like butter. I always hope to never wake up after I'm done with the salad. Days at a time I try to kill myself but I always fucking start laughing. ... I love high tide because the docks straighten up for girls in stilletto high heels...
br See my tennis shoe in the corner? The next time we see a pod of a hundred dolphins... I'm jumping in I swear to God!
Me and Baby Ren at Paradise Cove on Sin Prisa, right after surf skiing.
...in answer to a repeated question in my INBOX...Yes, all paintings on this page are originals and painted by my alter ego Yvonne Diva Vega, the humble painter, the goddess within the modest hottest part of the artist striving for non-recognition...huh? Translation: As a painter, I suck. I'm a much better poet. And get it straight, they are POEMS and never BLOGS.
I really look like this. Black don't crack, let me tell you. This blonde stuffs like mexican jumping beans jumpin' off my head. The bra has paint on it now and the lace is ripping in the back. Hercules can tow a boat swimming with the line between his teeth, you'd think he'd be able to unhook a little lacy thing... I know he just wants to hit me over the head with his club, but see I just click my tongue 'n sigh, reach back 'n unhook it for him, and it always makes him laugh... I escape the club and drag, I think that's the funny part.
Me and The Gabster
"Bamboo Moat & Tower, Drawbridge Not Included", Oil on canvas work in progress.