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Lizzy Pilcher

I need attention and cash money.

About Me


Attention: If you are planning to contact me, please read these rules. I've been getting a lot of bullshit from fucktards on this site and I"m having to throw down the gauntlet.

*****************NEW Rules of Contact****************If you're messaging me dick in hand, hoping that I would "just chat" with you, fuck off. Don't bother.DO NOT contact me so that you can peddle your own shit.For the 35-45 year old aging rocker/punk/tattooed/mid-life crisis dude who wants to "hang out" or "thinks I'm cool," thank you. But my vagina is not a portal back to your youth. It's cool if your a fan, but don't expect anything.I will not respond to you if your message lacks punctuation and some attempt at proper grammar. If you send me a message that reads like this:
"hey good lookin how are you i'm good you should hit me up so wecan chat"
Unless English is your second language, I will not talk to you. Period.Thank you. Now about me:I am a level III sorceress, I have great powers that only exist in my head. Don't cross me or I'll turn you into used condoms. I also have regular super powers, that include the ability to rap in tongues, making children cry, and competitive apathy. My lifelong dream was to be a brain surgeon, then it was a lawyer, and now I hope to be God. I don't think I'm going to get the job because I'm a woman, and not only do I not count, but I'm of the lesser effective gender. If you are subretarded and can't tell, I'm joking. I've been blessed with a dark sense of humor in which I funnel into dumb jokes that I tell drunk assholes for little pay. What does that mean to those who may be parusing the internet for someone to masturbate to while your wife is breastfeeding the kids? That means I'm a stand up comic. Well, that's very bold of me to say, I'm more of an amateur, but I'm learning, whatever. I'm really funny, at least that's what my mom tells me. Well, told me, we don't talk anymore, ever since the "arson" incident.
More things about me that you should memorize and obsess for the rest of your walking days:I'm a Leo, I like long walks on the beach, romantic candelight dinners, and cage fighting.Hmmm, number two....I don't really have anything else. What in the hell are you supposed to say? I'll make something up of what I think someone would put: Well, I like long walks on the beach, romantic can....wait, stop (collaborate and listen) I already wrote that. Um, this is what I think regular folks would say:Well, I'm a fun-loving, easy-going girl, that loves life and loves our troops. I like to dance, watch the soaps, bake, eat out, watch sports, listen to music. I love my family, and Jesus. I like rollercoasters and candy canes in December.Was that dumb? I don't care. Screw you people. STOP LOOKING AT MY PROFILE.STOP. Whores.
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My Interests

Stand up comedy, Latch-hook kits, Poison album covers, people watching, playing Keno, midgets & dwarves, strippers, planetary alignments, reading, rollercoasters, binge eating, heroin, mud wrestling, marching band, puzzles with kittens playing with a ball of yarn, 18th century anything, your mom, prison economies, truck stops, and Satan.

I'd like to meet:

Jesus. I'd like to apologize for making him my punchline for the last 26 years. Oh, and I'd like to meet people that don't suck. Also, I guess I'm supposed to want to meet "my future husband." But that's just what my mom told me to write.

Music:

Fuck music.

Movies:

Movies? hmmmm.....good question. I like the shoot em up Westerns where people ride horses and look like they're the Marlboro man. I love anything flavor country. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmm........flavor country.

Television:

I'm a sucker for Seventh Heaven. I'm serious, that show creeps me out but intrigues me. Cause every episode there is a clear moral lesson to learn. I'll list all of the moral lessons that I've learned and applied to my life because of 7th Heaven:1) Drugs are bad. 2) Sex is bad unless your married. 3) Satan is bad. 4) Drinking is bad. 5) Cheating on your history tests are bad. 6) Marijuana is bad. 7) Disobeying your parents is bad. 9) Running away is bad. 10) Not loving Jesus is very, very bad.

Books:

I can't read. I'm actually having my mom type this while I make her Tapioca.

Heroes:

My ovaries. The Marlboro Man. The inventor of Crisco. The underdog, the man, the ruler of Hell. Pre-Crucificted Jesus (that whole "Dying for my sins" thing is kind of a bummer.) Kenny Rogers, John Daly, and every crazy homeless guy in King County.

My Blog

I really need to move.

It's October 16th.  The winter has barely started, and I'm feeling it.  As pretty as Seattle is, I can't handle it anymore.  I'll own up to being a huge wimp when it comes to this shit....
Posted by Lizzy Pilcher on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 09:52:00 PST

Mandatory Cake.

Today, a doctor pulled me away from my desk and made me eat cake.  It was awesome.  It's the first doctors order I actually got excited about.  Well, except when I was told to take oxyc...
Posted by Lizzy Pilcher on Thu, 27 Sep 2007 03:17:00 PST

Rant about new material.

I've been having the worst writers block forever.  I realize that in my head exists snipers that systematically destroy any new ideas.   It's driving me nuts! I think it's been almost a...
Posted by Lizzy Pilcher on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 01:40:00 PST

Pleasant Exhaustion.

I'm freaking beat. I've had a seriously kick ass couple of days. On Wednesday, I performed in the Vancouver Comedy Festival. I was in a show called Seattle vs. Vancouver. I got to perform with som...
Posted by Lizzy Pilcher on Sat, 22 Sep 2007 06:48:00 PST

Pleased to meet you, now listen to my problems about the SPD.

I was just outside smoking a cigarette. A (I'm assuming) homeless man in an aviation jumpsuit saw me standing in front of the building from the bus stop up the street. Apparently, when crazy people ...
Posted by Lizzy Pilcher on Mon, 17 Sep 2007 04:32:00 PST

A sign that I need to get out more.

I am studying for my CPC exam. During which, I caught myself thinking "God, I fucking love the nervous system."*sigh*
Posted by Lizzy Pilcher on Sat, 08 Sep 2007 03:07:00 PST

Thank god for my Ipod.

I am working in an office where the people behind me only talk about two things all day: food and their children.  I feel sorry for them.  Really.   
Posted by Lizzy Pilcher on Fri, 31 Aug 2007 12:01:00 PST

Amusing Response to My Sad Little Personal Ad.

I'll admit it.  I have an online personal ad.  I'm more of the judge-you-in-the-corner type, not the mingly approach strangers deal.  Anyway.  This guy writes to me, after claiming...
Posted by Lizzy Pilcher on Tue, 21 Aug 2007 03:11:00 PST

An Open Letter to My Car

Dear Trusty Steed,I don't know what happened to us. We used to be the perfect pair, you'd put up with the pounds of bird shit that gets dumped on you and my off-key rocking. I just put a new radiato...
Posted by Lizzy Pilcher on Sun, 19 Aug 2007 04:48:00 PST

The smell of the dead.

HOLY LIVING FUCK. I just found out some really creepy news. About three weeks ago, the hallway of my apartment building started to smell like rotting trash. It got increasingly worse for about a we...
Posted by Lizzy Pilcher on Sun, 12 Aug 2007 04:02:00 PST