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.
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Sink laundry...I'm sure Jay-Z could market that somehow.
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