Hey

You probably think I dissappeared. OK, I guess I did dissappear.

And here is where I have been the past few weeks,

Well, I was in New York, but I think you knew that. I had a lot of fun. I drank a lot of red wine in the evenings. One night, I had to do a webcam show on IMLIVE.com, and drank before the show, and during the show. It was pretty silly. My lips were purple. I didn’t want to drink from the bottle in front of people jerking off to me… I thought it was rude, so I preceeded to drink out of a styraphoam cup. The world of webcam is still new to me, I wasn’t quite sure how to angle it properly so everyone could see my vagina so i tried standing on a chair and stuff but the chair I chose to stand on was one of those office chairs with wheels on it and every time I tried to stand on it to spread my ass or something I just fell down. I was pretty much a disaster. I was really unprepared… I was supposed to go on at 11pm and at 10:58 I was in the shower, shaving my crotch. I got out of the shower at like, 11:02 and tried to find a cute outfit to wear… but it was too late. The people from IMLIVE kept calling my phone to tell me to get my ass by the computer and start ho-eing it up… so I just did it naked. I mean… I was gonna wind up naked anyways. I peeked into the other girl’s chat rooms… see it was the launch of something new they were doing… called the "celebrity porn star chat" and Tera Patrick was doing a show, and so was Belladonna and a few other big name porn stars. I peeked at their rooms and there they were… in nice outfits, in rooms with good lighting, and un-purple lips. I guess I should have prepared more for it. I masturbated for like an hour to the point where my hand got tired and then I think I just passed out by my computer. I feel really bad for anyone who paid $5 an hour to see me drunk and passed out by my computer.  Hehehehehe I’m a retard. I promise- when I do my first cam show on JoannaAngel.com I won’t do that. For the second show- yeah maybe… but the first- I will prepare myself properly!

New York was fun, as I was saying. I rode around williamsburg on the pegs of Brenda’s bike in heels and really enjoyed myself. We are starting to plan a re-design for BurningAngel.com (we we have been planning one for like 3 years although we are actually gonna do it now instead of just talk about doing it) and we all sat and talked about it and sketched the whole thing out. It’s gonna be an awesome site. I think it might actually be so nice to the point where I am scared of it. It doesn’t look like anything I would be part of, it is just way too nice. Blah, Yeah,

So then I took a random road trip to canada for a few days. I borrowed my mom’s car. My boyfriend was there working (I really hate saying "boyfriend" it sounds icky. maybe I should just say my friend…. ) and I have always wanted to go to Montreal and I looked how how far it was from New York and figured hey… what the hell… I’ll go. He was up there working for a porn company called Zero Tolerance- I am sure you have seen a zero movie at some point or another in your life. In any case, me, him, the director he was working for and another performer (that is the politically coreect term for people who fuck on camera) for 3 nightes, went to strip clubs and got pretty wasted and hung out with canadians. Wait- did I say "strip clubs?" I really meant to say Strip Club. There was one club we went to, it was called Super Contact… I found out most of the strip clubs in Montreal either have the word "super" or "contact" in the title… like there is "super sex" or "dance contact" or "super sexxxy" or "contact mania" … I dunno. Don’t ask. I don’t really get it either. No one in Montreal knows who I am… but my boyfriend and the other hired penis were like rockstars over there so we were treated like royalty at the strip club. I haven’t been in a strip club in a while.. It made me kind of miss dancing. I thought about getting up on stage, but there was this one girl who like, was an amazing dancer and after seeing her dance I didn’t want to go on stage anymore. I felt defeated. I dunno. Strip clubs make me want to do drugs. I was a dancer for almost 3 years and on a lot of drugs for like a year and a half of those three years and I just can’t seporate the two of them. I had a lot of fun though, at the strip club, and doing the drugs. Stopping was not fun, and life hasn’t been quite as exciting since then but it is kinda cool to actually sleep at night.

I want to go to Montreal again. It’s like New York but a little bit off, and really clean. After hanging out at the strip club one night, the strippers took me and my little porn crew to some after party and it was like… at a pizza place. The ightes were on, and it looked like it was just a pizza place that was open all night,but you had to say a special password at the door. I would have been so confused if I would have tried to go on my own… if I was just wandering the streets at night and wanted to get a slice of pizza. All the strippers we were with knew the password… I dunno… it was just like, a pizza place that serves alcohol 24 hours a day. I have been to after-parties in my life were doing plates full of cocaine and playing poker and serving malt liquer in 40oz cups but that seemed pretty normal at the time.. and looking back on it… it was actually as normal as normal gets in the Lower East Side at like 6 in the morning. But an illigal 24 hour pizza place, with a menu and table service and everything… right on the main street… well… that was kind of weird. I can’t really explain why or maybe I just did?

Urm… yeah. and then I went camping for a few days. That was interesting… I shot some stuff for Joannaangel.com while I was up there… I intended to shoot more but it was just too dirty there. I like… did camping shit… you know… hiking, fishing (well I didn’t fish but I watched other people fish). I stayed in a tent and wore the same clothes every day and my phone didn’t work at all up there. It was good I think. I should do that once a year for a few days. You should too! Not only is it beaufitul and relazing but it is also cheap. Like it is much more satisfying to spend $18 a night on a little getaway for yourself rather than like $500 a night in some swanky hotel. Now don’t get me wrong… $500 a night swanky hotels are pretty awesome but you know. Yeah. Blah.

OK well I just wanted to explain my absence. I’ve been all over the place. But I am back now. Yeah. Cool.

xoxox

Joanna Angel