I recently got an email from Mitchell from Istanbul and now Alex might be going to Romania to teach acting for a week (that's an amazing essay, by the way). I love how suddenly, at the very same moment in time, two of my best friends are making jokes about being trapped in Midnight Express, and having to, you know, show their boobs to their loved ones through plate-glass prison windows.
But like Alex said (and it's a difficult thing for people to "get" about her sometimes):
“I know it doesn’t make any sense, but you have to remember that everything that’s happened to me in my life has happened by complete accident. I never really wanted all these adventures. I really didn’t. All I wanted was a spouse, a nice condo with a view, and a covered parking garage.”
Also, Alex - what the hell about the " two articles of the original gender’s original clothes underneath the opposite gender’s clothes." WTF? So you can wear a jock strap underneath your lace thong? Is that the idea?
Basically I want you to go to Romania just so I can read your blog posts about it. Thank you.
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