I thought since its been nearly a year, I should update with a photo.

Thats all you get.

I really need to get some current pictures of myself up here. Its been, what, 2 and a half years since I've done a picture set. I have a bunch of cute ones of Charlie (the pup) and I that need to be scanned.

I have a new job that I hate, but considering that I have been un-employed for almost 2 years, I figure I'm just paying my dues. I work at a nickel arcade/ movie theatre that was built in the early 1900's. The front part of the buisness was a porn theatre from the 50's until the early 90's and the back part was a mortuary. Honestly, the fact that a porn theatre/ mortuary is now an arcade doesn't bother me one bit; its the fact that we keep prizes in the old body lockers that gives me the willies. Oh and pedaphiles like to hang out and watch little kids. And auditorium two is haunted. Clowns give me the creeps.

The other day my dog attacked a hobo downtown who tried to steal my purse. It was quite a precarius situation because I don't want my dog to be aggressive (its in his nature since his breed is a pit fighting dog). But I felt as
though the shlep deserved it, so while I was trying to get my dogs jaw off the vagrants leg, I secretly wished he would tear it off.

Little Miss Luxe and I are starting a girl gang. Not really, but we like to pretend. We already have our "Fujiyama Mama's" logo drawn up and are waiting to get our jackets made. A two girl gang. We're so cool.

In more exciting news, Portland will soon have its own female roller derby league. Problem is, we need about 30 more girls to have a city league. Email me if you're a tough girl who doesn't mind a couple of bruises or are hell on roller wheels and want to skate around in cirlces.

I should be getting tattooed again as soon as my buddy draws up my birds. Swans on the back of my calves, facing each other so thier necks and heads make a heart. Its extremely exciting because it been nearly a year since my chest was finished by Marcii at Lady Luck and its due time I worked on my tattoos.

Tonight: Dancing at the Fez, Live Wire show.
Saturday: House show, party hopping.
Sunday: Church (no joke), clean the house, dinner of italian sausage and vodka sauce with the ladies.
Monday: bloody mary's at the Red Cap, Dickies show.
Tuesday: KICKBALL!
Wednesday: The boys come home. I miss those crazy bastards.

I now, along withe everyone else in the world, have a my space account. Come by and say "fuck you" here.

I've smoked too many damn cigarettes to run away as quickly as I should.

I love this picture so much, and thanks to Ryan, I am now able to share it with you fuckers. The kid in the pictures name is Nev, circa 1981 London. Strenghth through Oi! I wonder where Nev is nowadays.

Fourth if July was pretty uneventful, but appriciated all the same. I hung around the house until about 11pm reading "Under the Black Flag" (bascially a text book of pirates), when a girlfriend of mine decided to drag me out of the house for a little get together.

We ended up at the parents house of an old friend of mine; a big, beautiful, art-deco style home with a wall made exclusively of windows, over looking the Columbia River Gorge. We sat and ate brie and apples, talked politics, listened to Grandaddy. It was perfect.

We talked about how much we hated George W. Bush and how the huge deal made over Reagans death was only to gain sympathy for the Republican party. Do you think Jimmy Carter would have had such a to- do over his death? Fuck no. Then someone had to play the predictable and naive, "great art and music came as a result of Reaganomics... blah blah" card.

I talked about how much I hated the fourth of July as a holiday, eventhough I thank my lucky stars we gained independence from those limey bastards. A few friends
tried to probe deeper
into my distain for independence day, like there was some hidden political agenda behind what I was saying, but I simply stated:

"I think it is absolutely preposterous for our city council to spend a quarter of a
million dollars on explosives, just to have the port catch on fire year after year and to put on a show for degenerates that actually get excited over fireworks. I think its a shame that children and drunk morons end up in the hospitals with blown off hands,
celebrating an independence they don't appriciate. "

I'm an American, not a patriot.

Explosives are fun, blow shit up everyday.

Don't use one day out of the year to celebrate your independence, just to bitch about the government the next day. Holidays are rediculous anyway.

"Anti- independence" Day parties are fucking retarded. The 4th is to celebrate our Indepence from England, not our love of the American way of life. Go have an anti- independence day in Canada. And fucking vote.


haha. Long live Santa Clause.

Whenever I try to post a picture on this bloody journal, it doesn't work. It is really starting to piss me off.

True love according to Nina:
"Baby, if you really loved me, you'd let me eat your brains."

Dito Montiel is coming to Powell's City of Books for a book signing and I'm totally geeking out. Those of you who do not know who Dito Montiel is and have not read "A guide to Recognizing your Saints" should be kicked in the yarbles. Fucking amazing book.

I've been trying to cut down on the scotch, but those of you who know me know my life exsisting without intoxicants is a only a dream. A prayer. Jolene without booze? Impossible.

I woke up this morning, hungover for the first time in ages thanks to the lovely Elara.

I stumbled out of bed, headed straight for the fridge. Cold water to soothe my sand paper tongue. I am headed back into my bedroom and catch myself in the reflection of a window. I realize, that at this very moment, I am as I will remain: a surly, bar fighting, cocktail throwin, shit talking bitch. And whats even worse, I have come to terms with this fact and am actually pleased as hell with myself.

Fuck you world. Fuck you everyone.
(Expect for Tom and Alex who love alcoholic ass eventhough he doesn't drink and she has to buy me my after-bar chalupas).

This guy Sean has a crush on me because I'm evil. Isn't that cute.

Little MissLuxe and I are planning on shooting a set in the next few weeks. Anyone have any ideas?

It hard to keep up on this thing when you're such a busy lady. Its been what, maybe a month or so since I've updated? Well here's the skinny...

- I got a new puppy named Charlie. He is an American Staffordshire Terrier and is obscenely adorable. (Check in my pics to peep him). He is my baby and I love him to death.

- Was in an obsurd altercation in a bar a few weekends ago. A girl decided to attack me while I was in a toilet stall. A broke bottle and a few punches later it was over. I am happy to report the only injury I sustained was a bite on the hand and a sore scalp from having my hair pulled.

- Went rollerskating around town with a girlfriend of mine. She had an extra pair of skates she let me skate in... hot pink with black wheels and laces. Meow. We have decided to start an all girl rollerskating crew and to try to out number the bike punks here. In Portland... not so likely, but we're going to try dammit.

- I have been eating nothing but chocolate cake with cream cheese icing the past 4 days.

- Went and saw Hellboy and all I have to say is GOD DAMN. Ron Perlman is one strange looking mother fucker. I know they painted his face red and all, but still...

Alright ladies and gentlemen. I'm off like a dress on prom night.

Its funny how when you finally think you have someone figured out, they throw you for a loop. Thanks. I perform best when kept on my toes.

I've been so buisy the last three weeks that I have hardly had time to relax, take a deep breath in , and fully absorb the changes that are about to take place in my life.

The boy is back from Canada. Check out The Escaped here.

I'm planning a trip to California for the Macarbe Festival. Hopefully, I'll have enough cash for a bus ticket, cause as it stands, a buddy bought me a ticket to get into the show, but after that, I'm on my own. I'm fucked. Proper fucked.

I had to take my kitty Vito into the emergency animal hospital last week. He was urinating blood. EEK. 240 bones later, they still can't tell me exactly whats wrong with him and what I can do for him... poor little pussy cat. At least he's not peeing blood anymore.

Sabala's opened last week and I am all sorts of excited. For those of you who have been in Portland for the last few years and involved with the rock and roll scene, mark my words, Sebalas in going to be the new EJ's. For those of you who haven't lived in Portland and don't give a shit about rock and roll, this change from hippie love to rock and roll crime sprees on Hawthorne Blvd. means nothing to you. Please drive through.

So, I'm at the folks house right now, helping my mom transplant bigonias, and she says to me,

"You'll never believe what your father found in the pond."

"What?"

"A lizard."

"What kind?"

"A dead one."

No shit. That's not one of my famous bad jokes. That conversation really took place 5 minutes ago.

Since I'm feeling all chatty for some strange reason, here come some random Jolene facts:

1. I am obsessed with Thin Lizzy. Philip Lynott is god.
2. I stabbed someone once. With a fork. In her hand.
3. I am currently writting short stories about Elara and I's crazy adventures, hopefully to be published someday.