Trashy Tink is a commie, homo-loving pothead. woosh

 

So Trashy Tink is totally loving this week. It started off with a BANG from the Oscars. She was reminded that she was a commie, homo-loving son of a gun. She is also excited that California Assemblyman Tom Ammian announced a legislation to legalize and tax marijuana. What Trashy Tink is not excited about is how bad the air is going to smell. Imagine, smog + pot smoke? OMG. Ew. But will she pay for the pot? Hellz nah! She never does! She gets it for free, duh.

Trashy Tink’s V-day, woosh.

This is what Trashy Tink got for Valentine’s Day: An Edward Cullen that she can whore herself out to whenever she wants and a Happy Hooker book. No more explanation needed for this. Woosh.

Skinny Tink, Woosh

 

While Trashy Tink was in jail, she decided to re-read “Skinny Bitch,” a.k.a her bible. How does Trashy Tink stay so skinny? No, it’s not the drugs…it’s all about being vegan, DUH.

Trashy Tink has been M.I.A…woosh

Poor Trashy Tink. She’s been feeling like poop for the past couple of weeks. (Too much partying…and she was arrested for indecent exposure…now she’s outta jail) But…she’s back . YAY

Trashy Tink does Tiki Bar, woosh.

Some of Trashy Tink’s friends from Los Angeles and Salt Lake City were visiting San Francisco last night. Trashy Tink, who was exhausted from driving to San Francisco from LA-LA-Land, met up with them.  They started drinking in her ‘hood at the Tiki Bar before a night out in the Tenderloin. Look how happy she was to have a Red Stripe up her skirt?!

Trashy Tink’s Shopping For Blood, woosh.

 

At Amoeba Records in Hollywood, CA. Trashy Tink did not approve of waiting in line for the FREE  Franz Ferdinand show. She also did not approve of the fact the band won’t be coming back to the states until April, but she forgave everyone after hearing the first few notes of “Shopping For Blood.” She pretty much came. Multiple times.

Tonight: Trashy Tink, woosh.

 

Today is a good day for Trashy Tink because after three years, her favorite band, Franz Ferdinand, released their new album, Tonight: Franz Ferdinand.  She already heard the new album two weeks ago, but it is nice for her to have a legal copy of it. Her favorite song is their latest single, “Ulysses,” because of the lyric, “Come on doll and use me,  Come on don’t amuse me, I don’t need your sympathy.” The whole song reminds her of her nights out. Hell, the whole album reminds her of her life. FTW!!! Woosh x infinity.

Hotel Maren, woosh.

Trashy Tink lives at an apartment on top of the City Lights Bookstore in the North Beach district of San Francisco during the weekdays. It is her favorite place in the world because Maren’s apartment overlooks the ever-so-famous Broadway Street, which consists of flash-tastic strip clubs. She likes to throw water balloons at tourists, “holla” at the bouncers at Big Al’s, Roaring 20′s, and the Garden of Eden. Frequent stops at Broadway Cigars & Liquors are a part of Trashy Tink’s everyday life…but when she isn’t being a total trainwreck, she visits the bookstore and reads some Bukawski.

Woosh. Welcome, World.

Hello lovers,

This blog is dedicated to my Tinkerbell Doll, “Trashy Tink”. I got her as a birthday gift from my best friend from high school, Crystal, on my 18th birthday for my new car in 2003. Within a week, poor Tinkerbell’s wings were unfortunately shattered to a zillion pieces after being sat on by my ex-boyfriend matt. From then on, things went down hill. Tinkerbell started flashing her va-jay-jay to the drivers behind the car. Her hair, once blonde and bouncy, is now bleached and balding. Her clothes faded and are torn apart after nights of debauchery, etc. She also discovered that her pixie dust was more fun when snorted. She moved to San Francisco, California and now hangs out with the crackheads, hipsters, and hoes.

Almost six years have past since she came into my life, and I have decided to dedicate my ever-so-precious time to be Trashy Tink’s photographer. After all, she is the trainwreck of all pixies.

Anyways–

WTF,  “woosh?”

If you ever meet me, you would hear me say, “woosh” randomly. Why? Well, it started in 2003. I was watching the first Harry Potter film and was intrigued by all the swishing and flicking of the wands. Silly, I know. So I had a dream that I was a witch with a magic wand and said, “woosh.” I am not sure why I didn’t say, “wingardium leviosa” in my dream, (Actually, I am positive I forgot how to say it, so my brain automatically came up with “woosh.”) but I woke up and frolicked around town and said, “woosh” to a stranger. I am sure he thought I was on something even though I wasn’t.

I started typing, “woosh” on instant messenger to my friends whenever I was bored. Somehow, it caught on to them, especially my friend, Maren. We started saying it out loud, randomly..but mostly when we were happy about something. It then caught on to more of my friends, and started spreading to Salt Lake City, Utah, where Maren is originally from. Recently, “woosh” made it’s way to downtown Los Angeles.

And the rest is history. I am hoping it will become the next, “that’s hot” phrase and spread throughout the world soon. Hmm, maybe I should copyright that word right now..

Woosh,

N.