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6.25.2003

tg: b and i were just talking about you.

landry: oh were you telling him that i am a porn star?

tg: he knows that. hes seen your website. he was asking when you were coming and i told him friday.

landry: oh are we playing with him on friday night?

tg: yeah unless you are taped to something and can't move.

i love that she has the ability to surprise me. and reduce me to a puddle with a simple sentence on the telephone and all my blood runs to my chair and then i am all glowy and waiting to get on the airplane. and when i get on the plane i have my one glass (or plastic cup) of pinot and i slip into my alter ego porn star.
I must scare the flight attendants when they ask me if i need anything and i look at them like i am going to eat them whole. I have been told that that particular look is an intimidating thing to be on the other side of but i am completely immersed in my porn star persona so i don't care that i've made them nervous.
and not only do i not care, i like it.



.: posted by landry 10:08 AM

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