Lauren
LaurenSome nights, my job wasn"t worth the money. In fact, I"d say that was true every night. But political parties were the worst, even when they were being held at the Smithsonian and attended by every power player in the Metro DC area. Before we came to Washington, I thought it would be the peak of glamour to shake hands with the Secretary of State while wearing a black sheath and pearls. But the reality was that my shoes hurt and my panties kept crawling up my butt, and the few hits of weed I"d had earlier weren"t nearly enough.
Isn"t it funny how five hundred dollar Manolos can pinch just as much as a Payless special? And don"t even get me started on whoever invented thongs. I"m sure it was a man. I wonder how he"d like to have a string of itchy lace wrapped around his d**k.
