Miss Tron

hormonal hussie

skinny skiing, bullfights on acid, records, bacon, meteor showers, high heels, false eyelashes, moutains, irony, genious, stickers, the glass elevators outside the St Francis, liquor, sex, breakfast, dress up

Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Day, The BFG, Youth in Revolt, Chunclet the magazine, Magic Whistle the comic, Cats Cradle, Malcolm X, Fifth Business, Calvin and Hobbes, packaging with incorrect translations

Harold and Maude, Wallace and Grommit, Party Girl, Zoolander, Caddyshack, Waynes World, Dangerous Liasons, The Jerk, Dirty movies, Robert Altman Movies, Better off Dead, Dennis Leary"NO CURE FOR CANCER"

I Adore Mi Amore by Color Me Bad, Blonde Redhead, Mac Dre, Johnny Cash, T. Rex, Guns N Roses, Biggie Smalls, Esquivel, Squarepusher, anyone playing the spoons, the organ, an accordian or a harmonica, ACDC, X Ray Specks, The Chipmunks, Bowie, Iggy

Monty Python, the Simpsons, the Family Guy, South Park, The Daily Show (a.k.a. the News)the Dana Carvey Years of SNL, Are You Being Served.... if you were a deprived KQED and cosby show only kid, you know what I am talking about, Twin Peaks

L.A. face with an Oakland booty.....I adore sandwiches,
but
5 out of 7 times I would rather buy music
than eat, I just
want
to dance. I once was a ballerina, I have had eight teeth
pulled, and I no longer have my appendix. I was born
and
raised in the last town in California where people were
hung as punishment. I love pickles and hate
mayonaise, when i
was eight, my father took me to a Harlem Globetrotters
game and
they picked me to go onto the court at half-time, spun a
ball on my
finger, and gave me a signed pendant which is still
hanging in my
room. I've never been to Costco. As much as I love all
my stuff, and
livin after midnight, I fucking love the mountains and the
rivers, and all that shit Maria sings about in The Sound
of
Music. I am going to save the world from pesticides.
That's
it for now.

Eric Idle circa 1976.....amazing kissers....someone who
wants to share their drugs, drink excessivly, and ponder
the meaning of, or circle of, life while doing so.(must
like
bacon,even the vegan variety, or at
least the smell of
it
wriggling around in its hot little piggy grease). People
who appreciate the glory of bad taste,tackiness and
good
music.Must
know how to read, and not be grossed out by the tiny
Chinchilla shits that are perpetually lurking in the
corners of my appartment
(It's little and dry, and she's so fucking cute.) fellow
dirtbags, All I really want is for someone to take me to
Vegas where we will stay in an all pink room with a
heart-
shaped bed with satin sheets and a heart-shaped
jacuzzi
and I will wear a pink maribou robe and those little
clicky bedroom shoes with pink maribou trim, and we
will
drink champaign and do excessive amounts of
cocaine, and
have sex under the mirrored ceiling. is that too much to
ask?