jolene

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.