Everyone’s Life Is More Glamorous Than Mine
My boyfriend gets to hang out with Belladonna and her naughty ilk at the Adult Expo in LA.
My sister gets to doll up like Virginia Madsen-on-smack and make out with cuties on the banquettes of sleek Euro nightclubs under the watchful eye of Mongolian guardian angels.
Meanwhile, I get to sit at my computer and crank out crap websites for sleazeball half-wits who consider Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman engrossing TV drama.
In my next life, I wanna be a space stewardess on interplanetary commercial flights. I deserve it.
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