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"I am an angry artist.. bitter and stifled. I love living in
the city but hate how its crowded. I hate to drive. I..."
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Occupation:
gallery crap and art assorted
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Hobbies and Interests:
art, comics, books, music, jimbo my love, camping, beer drinking, smoking the good stuff
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Favorite Books:
dark towere books, geek love, wasteland, weave world, the talisman, lots of horror
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Favorite Movies:
too many to choose... love horror.. love the evil
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Favorite Music:
butthole surfers, moist boys, high on fire, black sabbath, godhead, gorillaz, most anything evil
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Favorite TV Shows:
southpark ren and stimpy, deadzone, samuri jack, Simpsons, 6 feet under, the sopranos
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About Me:
I am an angry artist.. bitter and stifled. I love living in
the city but hate how its crowded. I hate to drive. I would
love to live in the country but hate mosquitos. I love
coffee for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I hate wearing
dresses but love wearing combat boots and creepers. I play
too many video games and waste alot of time.. I hate
organized religion but love ghost stories.
I am your worst nightmare and a good friend to some.
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Who I Want to Meet:
someone named abby normal... I hear he is very nice.
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Testimonials and Comments for Lisa
talking about, what with the hard-ass
comments. The Lisa I know is completely
sweet, will give you the bag off her
back if you just ask her, and has more
toys than anyone I know. I'd pick her
if I had to go to a desert island.
She's never boring. SMOOCH!
employed as long as i did. even though
she is a hard ass death rock kinda girl
she is also one of the sweetest people
i know. i feel very protective of her
(because i know what she goes through
on a day to day basis)...so BACK OFF!
this bitch is MINE!
calm while the office around her
swarmed and quarrelled. The next day I
stopped by her desk and she was crying
all over it. Sigh. Managers'd smile
to distract you from their vacant
eyes. She thickens her skin when
spoiled yuppies would whine. You
should've seen her kindly escort the
bugger who'd just crapped his pants.
The bosses were as helpless as him.
She never tired of watching me get hit
on by divorcees, managers, engaged
coworkers, passing strangers, and that
old man with the cooking fetish. If
girls garnered galoshes for throwing
sausage parties, Lisa'd be a shoe
wholesaler. It was at her house that
we realized Mr. Fantastic could, in
fact, go fuck himself. Where do you go
after you've created Astro-Girl? Up,
baby. You go up, if hidden and
underappreciated like stars in the city
sky.
for about 10 years........her heart is
like a well lubricated bong.....and her
soul......pure as extra yellow and
dence urin.....urin........like realy
salty with .......well you know........