Thanks to all my fellow Wallafreaks who have e-mailed me and expressed their concern because they hadn't seen me in my usual spot in the front row at Joe's last few shows. I must confess the incident after Joe's Halloween show at Murphy's in El Mirage affected me deeply. I've come to realize that the "good" girls like me never end up with the hot guys. It's the Slutty Nasty Girls who aren't afraid to be aggressive that end up back at the motel with the gorgeous guitar players. After much soul searching, I've realized I'm not getting any younger or thinner so if I want Joe I'm going to have to be just as aggressive as all the other tramps. I consulted my psychic Ivonna about the whole situation last week and together we were able to get in touch with my "Inner Spirit Whore" (who's name is Trixie). I've been in seclusion ever since practicing my ability to channel Trixie's spirit on command and I must say I'm getting rather good at it. Yesterday I channeled Trixie then took the subway to Hollywood and went on a wild shopping spree at Frederick's of all places! I'm going to Joe's shows at Mr. B's and Pat's this weekend dressed to the hilt in my new tiger print Spandex pants, Come F*ck Me pumps, and a lace top so low cut Joe will be able to see my nipples if I lean forward a bit! My new attitude is going to be: "Out of my way bitches! He's all mine!" Ingrid thinks I've lost my mind but I'll show that cat when Joe comes home with me Friday night! Trixie even bought a box of Trojans... can you believe it!!!