"The tragically ludicrous, the ludicrously tragic."
Monday, January 26, 2009
I'm Saving Up for New Headshots.
Lizette tried her best to smile for the auto show crowd. Tonight, she'd get drunk on mini-bar chardonnay, throw up her dinner, and end up crying on the floor of the motel shower. Why did demo work always make her feel like such a whore?
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