
My boyfriend gets to hang out with Belladonna and her naughty ilk at the Adult Expo in LA.
My sister gets to doll up like Virginia Madsen-on-smack and make out with cuties on the banquettes of sleek Euro nightclubs under the watchful eye of Mongolian guardian angels.
Meanwhile, I get to sit at my computer and crank out crap websites for sleazeball half-wits who consider Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman engrossing TV drama.
In my next life, I wanna be a space stewardess on interplanetary commercial flights. I deserve it.
