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.
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.
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I missed the Opening weekend of Sabala's, But ill be supporting for sure. I miss EJ's and would love another similiar type club.
Ive never stabbed anyone but i did throw a butcher knife at my brother once. It stuck in the wall.
Thin Lizzy Rocks, Nuff said.
Thanks for the Gallery Bink RIP? You ever make it in, the 3 years it was open?
Some drunken chicanery was had, though not nearly as much as there could have been. I still have a corona in the fridge, which is about to vanish.