sometimes i wonder why i even update this funny diary. i don't really have the bollocks to say how i really feel about things. originally, i did suicide girls to get my ideas out to a large audience. i wanted to talk about politics... and religion... and what i've learned about life... and why fast food sucks... and why human beings are the way they are... etc, etc. i find myself doing these trite updates, explaining my plans for the evening and what i did the prior day. no wonder none of you read this stupid shit.

last night was radical. two friends of mine from eugene that i haven't seen in ages came to PDX and went out to dinner with Elara and i. after dinner, we were off to the poison the well/ glass jaw show. i ended up coming home broke, which isn't that surprising since i am fucking destitute. despite of my lack of skrilla, had a very good time. gotta love hardcore shows.

okay, i suppose that is all for now. i really have nothing left to saw except fuck disco and i do not look like lady keir from de-lite.

does anyone think it is strange that i eat chips with salsa and licorace everyday for breakfast? i didn't think so.

xoxoxo...jolene

ps. i am really bored. someone that isn't wearing burnt sienna shoes and tight pants please entertain me.