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I just got back from an interview at a modeling agency. No, I am not kidding. I would be an agent's assistant. Needless to say, I was more than skeptical about this job. In fact, I didn't even remember submitting my resume, nor could I remember what possessed me to apply. But it went extremely well. My boss? A 37 year old, balding, red-headed bear. And to think, I was about to shave my beard for the interview.
Wanna know something even more gay? I went to a club on Saturday night because Madonna was rumored to be on the guest list. Sure enough, the material girl showed up. How's that for my first NYC celebrity sighting?
The news gets better: I have fallen into what will be the best living situation possible come January. It's going to be off the chain.
Wanna know something even more gay? I went to a club on Saturday night because Madonna was rumored to be on the guest list. Sure enough, the material girl showed up. How's that for my first NYC celebrity sighting?
The news gets better: I have fallen into what will be the best living situation possible come January. It's going to be off the chain.