WOOSH! Trashy Tink’s intro, betches.

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.

Woosh,

N.