So on Saturday I went to get my hair done. They were going to touch up what they did before… re-do the medly of browns and reds I have been doing the past 6 months or so. But lately I have been feeling really lame and I totally blame my hair for that. See, I will admit… when I was signed with Hustler, I always felt like… the black sheep… or like the estraged step-sister over there. Seriously, it was weird. So I felt like keeping my hair brown would piss them off a little bit less. I guess I felt the need to tame myself down a bit over there.

I know that’s probably not what you want to hear from me. I know you sometimes think I am oooh soo tough, and I can be sometimes… but I really wanted to continue to make features so I figured if having brown hair could keep me in the door then it would be a small price to pay for getting to do what I love. No one ever told me to keep my hair brown- I mean, I made the decision on my own. I just thought it would be the right choice.

So then after the Hustler shit ended… I thought I should keep my hair brown in case I had to meet with other companies or whatever. But I don’t know. I have decided that I don’t care. I used to do some "mainstream" porn just as talent from time to time… but I have been flaking out of most of that as of lately. I really like just working for myself and only myself and god damn it, since I am my own boss I definitely am not going to fire myself for having pink hair so god damn it I should have pink hair!

SO on Saturday, I told the hairdresser to make my hair black and pink. I haven’t had Pink hair in like, 6 years. I had black and white for a long time, then this brown-ish nonsense… I mean, I thought I was too old to have pink hair when I was 22, I can’t believe I’m getting it now but I always think girls are hot who have pink hair. I told someone I was having a mid-life crisis… not a mid life but a mid porn life… I have been in videos for about 4 years now… i mean… I am probably at the halfway mark of my porno career… am I? I hope not, I feel like I have more than 4 more years in me but I dunno… whatever, So my hair is black on the bottom and magenta on the top. I love it so much. I feel like myself again. I am going to get some photos taken tonight so I can put them on my myspace page and on this site because only then will it be OFFICIAL that JOANNA ANGEL HAS PINK HAIR.

People with all pink hair might scoff at me since my hair isn’t all pink. It is pink and black.

I did recently start negotiating a deal with Club Jenna to direct some features for them. Today I called the boss man over there and said "hey, can I still perform and direct in movies for you guys if I have pink hair? I have been thinking about dying my hair pink" and he laughed and said that wouldn’t be a problem. PHEW because it was totally already pink and I don’t wanna die it back.

I went to the mall yesterday because I had to get some pink clothes to match my pink hair. I went shopping with my friend who you all probably know, she is a famous porn star and her name is Jenna Haze. She definitely doesn’t have pink hair. She said she liked my pink hair though. She said she wished she could do something crazy like that to her hair but I’m pretty sure Jenna Haze could do anything she wanted and be fine. Although, to be honest…. I don’t know how good she would look with pink hair. I think I should just have the pink hair and she should stand next to me and I can be her pink haired accessory.

Anyways, I will get some photos and show it to you.

xoxox

Joanna

do you think Tommy Pistol and I should adopt a high-way in the middle of nowhere? What should we call it if we did?

Hey everyone.

So I went to court for my (I wrote about it in an earlier blog entry) "shooting without a permit" debacle. It isn’t over yet, it’s just started. The cops who were here told me since it is my first offense I will probably get let off easy. But no… that’s not what happened at all. I have learned in life that if you lie to a cop, you can go to jail…. but if a cop lies to you then he’s just doing his job.

In any case, I got to the court at fucking, 8:30 in the morning, and wore this like… really atrocious outfit. It looked like what I used to wear when I was a waitress at a fine dining restaurant. OK I correct myself.. I WAS the exact outfit I wore when I worked at a fine dining restaurant. I still have the same white button down shirt and the same black pants that I wore then. Anytime I go through one of those phases where I’m like cleaning out my closet and throwing shit away, I think about throwing away this very ensemble… but then I think that maybe someone will die, or maybe I will have to go to some kind of family gathering or something where this will come in handy. Someone did not die, and I didn’t have to see any family although going to court is worse than either of those things.OOOOOOk I’m being over-dramatic.

OK, back to the story. So I got to the court. A hand full of people were there. We were a group of responsible delinquents…. who fucked up enough to be here, but were responsible enough to show up at this ungodly hour, in lame outfits, to try and tell the state of California that we’re sorry.

Someone called my name, he was wearing a suit… He pulled me into another room to talk to me. I guess he was the prosecutor… or whatever. He basically said, if you plead guilty- here is what will happen. You will get 1) a $500 fine 2) a 24 month probation from shooting anything anywhere- stills and video- with a permit or not 3) probation forever from shooting in my house.

What?! Yeah. Totally. Bullshit right? I tried to explain to the guy that shooting "movies" wasn’t like, something I did for fun, it was what I did for a living… He didn’t really care. He was like… well are you pleading guilty or not… so I said no… because it would really suck if I had to be really shady and secretive and paranoid about shooting for the next 24 months. I want to legally be able to to my fucking job.. that’s ridiculous.

So I told them I would fight it and they gave me a court date to go back on. Blah.

Anyways, so for some odd reason they told me I had to like, check myself into prison… so I could be in their system. That didn’t make much sense to me- not to sound ignorant (I don’t know THAT much about the law) but I didn’t know if this was a California thing or if this is what happened anywhere if you were charged with a misdemeanor. I don’t know.

So I went down to the jail.It wasn’t a prison or anything… it’s just a holding cell… I don’t think anyone really stays there for more than a few weeks. It was pretty ugly. There was no bathroom in the hallway, no garbage can, and very few lites. See I know this because I had just finished drinking a soda as I approached the jail wing. So then I a) had to pee and b) had a soda can in my hand I wanted to get rid of. Neither of these got accomplished. The only garbage cans and bathrooms were behind the glass, in the jail. Humph! They were not very accommodating to their visitors! There were a few people waiting there. I told the person behind the chain link window that I was there to "book" myself because that was what it was called. I felt sort of dorky, and I don’t know how to say this properly… I also felt very um… white. Like I was wearing my white collared shirt and black stupid pants and everyone else there looked all like… hard. You know- big pants, big shirts… etc. One guy was there who was not wearing anything big, but his jeans were kind ripped and his shirt said "LOS ANGELES" on it. From what I gathered, from his conversation with the other people in the little jail waiting room and his exchange with the jail secretary people…  he was there for beating his wife. Yikes.

A few of the people there were there to "book" themselves like I was… but most of the others were checking in for a longer visit. I was sort of impressed. I thought about what would happen if I was assigned to go to jail… I mean… I probably just wouldn’t go. Is that bad to say? No one brought these people there… they just came on their own to serve their time. And the weird thing was… that when they arrived, and told the jail folk who they were and what they were there for- they were told to wait… for like.. a long time… and they did! I mean, I don’t know…. if someone is responsible enough to show up to check themselves into jail… don’t you think they should get some kind of like… express service? I don’t even know exactly what they were doing back there. It seemed like they were filing paperwork from a system that was invented in the 70’s… with a $4 budget. Like literally, they had papers in clipped together in paper clips that were put away in shoe-boxes, with post-it notes sticking up from the files that listed the people’s names. It was pretty weird.

So people were there waiting… mostly for marijuana charges, one for domestic violence- and me- for shooting porn in my living room. When people asked me what I was there for, my charge was so silly I was embarrassed to say it. Not because I’m embarrassed of my job but like, I just felt very non-threatening around drug dealers and uh… wife beaters. I felt like I was back in middle school… being the dork at the popular girls table. Thank god I didn’t have to stay in jail… these people would totally kick my ass. Actually they were all really nice, except for the wife beater. I didn’t talk to him.

So finally, after an hour they let me go in jail. By that time the wife-beater was brought to his cell… and he looked really angry. I was very pleased that I would not be needing to spend any time with him. OK, enough about him. Anyways, they took my finger prints, asked for my name and my info and looked over the police report about me and the lady kinda laughed and looked confused. See, on the police report, they just put numbers that basically site which law you broke. She had no idea what the number was… she was like "whats 1c?" I said "I shot a porno in my living room" and she looked confused.. and then I added "well, I did it without a permit" and she started laughing. She took my mug shots… I asked if I could keep them but unfortunately I couldn’t get a hold of them. Damn it…

So after that I left. They buzzed me out. I had to wait on a short line before I left because people who were legitimately getting out of jail were leaving too. They looked so happy… I was happy for them. There were two girls and one guy on this line who were all rejoicing in their "release" and I awkwardly stood there, knowing that I had no right to express anything at the moment.

yeah… so my name is in the system now. I am officially an ex-convict, I served about 3 minutes in the Van Nuys jail.

Tomorrow I am going to get my tear-drop tattooed on my face.

xoxoxo

Joanna Angel

have you ever seen porn stars on box covers or like, those posters in the store look all wet- but their makeup is perfect… and their shirt is like, perfectly see through – but not too heavy and drenched… and their nipples poke through just the right way and their hair falls in just the right places and their body glimmers the way it would in an ad for sun tan lotion? do you know what I’m talking about? I’m sure you do. it’s sort of really cheesy 80’s like but it’s still pretty fucking hot. i don’t know why.

when i was in Miami signing for club Jenna at Exxxotica – I remember this one particular box cover- it was staring at me the whole time- it was called " the Jessie factor" (I don’t know if i spelled that right) – and Jesse Capelli and Jenna Jameson were on the box- both looking "wet"- with white tee shirts and barely smudgy but smoky makeup and glistening hair. When I was taking breaks from getting annoyed of people asking me "when does Jenna get here" (I mean- my ego aside- there was a big sign right next to me that said when she would be there. I was more annoyed by the over-all stupidity of the population more so than the fact that everyone was there to see Jenna and not me) but yes, what was I saying… yes- when I was taking breaks from re-iterating what was said next to me… I thought about how much I would not look like that if I doused myself with water.

So having some free time this weekend, I decided to investigate this issue.

My hot friend Melissa is a makeup artist and when I asked her about the mystery behind the wet look, she told me it involved a lot of Vaseline, eye make-up, baby oil and a spray bottle. I asked her if she could make me look like that and she said yes. The other day I was in a friend’s studio and there were several photos on the wall of Jessie Capelli. I knew this because she signed her name on all of them. I asked him if he took the photos and he said yes.. I asked him if he shot the cover to the Jessie Factor and he said he had no idea what I was talking about. He asked why and I told him- and then he said that he has don’t shoots similar to that before and he could shot me like that if I wanted to. He was like "Joanna, that’s not really you… it’s a very classic porno look and I just can’t picture you like that" but you know… I don’t NEED to have all my photos in front of like, graffiti… and in dirty bathrooms… and stuff. I mean come on. But in his studio he did have a dirty bathroom so I said "well instead of taking that picture near like, a water-fall…. maybe we can just take it in your dirty bathroom near the sink." I don’t know why it is so important to be near a source of water for this fake-wet photo but I wanted to keep the fantasy alive and keep the illusion going that I really did pour water on myself and just look like that.

Anyways, my hot friend did the makeup- heavy black eye makeup and Vaseline over it. I drenched a tee-shirt in water (I didn’t have a good white one so I used a yellow one but it worked just as well) and put baby-oil gel AND sprayed water on myself. That way, the water just like, glides down off you. Get it? I put the shirt on and doused some extra water on the nipples so it was more see through there than the rest of the see-through shirt. My hair was wet with a spray bottle, and some of that oil, and some gel, and some other crap Melissa put in it. Whatever kind of refreshing feeling you feel when you’re showering, or like… swimming in a lake… this was the opposite. It felt nothing like what it looks like.

In any case, I did it! Woohoo! The photographer showed me the photos, and I looked perfectly porno-wet. It was awesome. And I guess it made sense because it was by a dirty sink. I don’t know… Whatever. There were also some pipes in back of me. I guess if anyone doubts the legitimacy of the sink making me wet- I can tell them that one of the pipes burst. The photographer is touching up the photos and stuff- I will show them to you as soon as I have them.

So yeah. I did it! Hip Hip Hooray!

Unfortunately, I showered like 3 times and I still feel sticky.

Oh yeah… and as I was writing this blog entry I remembered that I left my wet shirt in the suitcase that I brought to the shoot with me and I just took it out and now the whole thing smells really bad. Grrr.

xoxo

Joanna

you know what i don’t like? getting spam about my friends.

i take personal offense to it.

today in my inbox is an email with the subject line "chocolate whore marie luv getting nailed by 10 big cocks"

marie luv is such a sweet girl, she really doesn’t deserve to be in my junk folder.

*sigh*