Thursday, August 20, 2009

glamorus

I've been accused of having a glamorous lifestyle - much like an obsessive compulsive is accused of being a neat freak. It's an innate falsehood. Only I'm not sure that when Fergie defined glamourous she visualized squatting above blue sludge during a turbulence patch thirty thousand feet in the air with neatly pleated pants scrunched around her ankles.

Middle seat in row 11 on Delta flight 645.

I've washed underwear in a hotel sink.

G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S. Glamorous.