well huh
gee, that was interesting, reading back thru all these journal entrys.
no one reads these anymore. im doing this for myself. its strange to watch myself morph over 2 years.
my dvd is coming out in a month. there is lots of signings and promotional shows to do. im sharing the stage with the new york dolls.
weve opened for courtney love.
driving around with her in her limo, drinking her vodka and my feet in her lap. her asking me questions about the city of roses and leaning into me asking me to make out. my teenage idol. i had to say no. we got stuck up in the hollywood hills on the way to some Big Persons halloween party. courtney left her wings in the limo when she fled to a cab to escape the traffic, yelling out the cab window that the limo was ours and to live it up. we took the wings and they live in an LA loft now.
strange how familar i am with LA now.
i took speed and took pictures. running to the store at 3 am for more tinfoil to dress ourselves in. one of the photos after being digitally manipulated hangs in my living room. wide eyes staring down. a butcher knife at my crotch. all neon colors.
that was LA.
lived in brooklyn a while and manifested a serious coke addiction. i slept on the floor in a brooklyn basement on some boxes and old blankets. when i did sleep. got a job gogo dancing at Opaline but left before i really got too involved in that scene.
returned to portland.. where ive started stripping and gogo dancing. my own apartment. complete with pet and boyfriend. a laptop an ipod a bookcase for my books and i always pay my phone bill on time.
swapped a coke addiction for a budding herion problem. going on 2 weeks sraight now but today i am clean.
what am i forgetting?
my nails are fake. my hair is long and fake. i have a grenade on my arm and a key by my heart.
ill be touring again soon but havent told the boyfriend because its not definate. only for a month and mostly for signings.
i think im happy now.
no one reads these anymore. im doing this for myself. its strange to watch myself morph over 2 years.
my dvd is coming out in a month. there is lots of signings and promotional shows to do. im sharing the stage with the new york dolls.
weve opened for courtney love.
driving around with her in her limo, drinking her vodka and my feet in her lap. her asking me questions about the city of roses and leaning into me asking me to make out. my teenage idol. i had to say no. we got stuck up in the hollywood hills on the way to some Big Persons halloween party. courtney left her wings in the limo when she fled to a cab to escape the traffic, yelling out the cab window that the limo was ours and to live it up. we took the wings and they live in an LA loft now.
strange how familar i am with LA now.
i took speed and took pictures. running to the store at 3 am for more tinfoil to dress ourselves in. one of the photos after being digitally manipulated hangs in my living room. wide eyes staring down. a butcher knife at my crotch. all neon colors.
that was LA.
lived in brooklyn a while and manifested a serious coke addiction. i slept on the floor in a brooklyn basement on some boxes and old blankets. when i did sleep. got a job gogo dancing at Opaline but left before i really got too involved in that scene.
returned to portland.. where ive started stripping and gogo dancing. my own apartment. complete with pet and boyfriend. a laptop an ipod a bookcase for my books and i always pay my phone bill on time.
swapped a coke addiction for a budding herion problem. going on 2 weeks sraight now but today i am clean.
what am i forgetting?
my nails are fake. my hair is long and fake. i have a grenade on my arm and a key by my heart.
ill be touring again soon but havent told the boyfriend because its not definate. only for a month and mostly for signings.
i think im happy now.