22. {PR girl} was the last to board the plane, and apparently we were destined to sit together. She was wearing a cream raincoat that still had the tags on it, a sheer BCBG dress and zebra print panties. She was a talking machine. She used to be a singer but she's over that now. She's a cancer. She used to have an eating disorder and was in the hospital for 3 months. She was in a camp (a) for gifted children when she was younger. She's twenty which is young to be working so high up in PR, but she loves it. She's aggressive and it gets her in trouble sometimes. She's always chewing gum (b). Always. Even when she "does it". She's always wanted to model but she's too insecure for that. This year her sex life got better. She doesn't really drink but she had {drug} in her bra right now. Her boss (who apparently was sitting a few seats away) walked by and interrupted her to say "I've been listening to you talk since you got on the plane. It's incredible. You just don't stop. I mean wow, it's great for PR but let the poor guy talk too..." {PR Girl} got really emo (c) after that. "I'm not going to talk anymore. Tell me about you... You have siblings? I'm the youngest too... When I was in Europe... What are you thinking? I can tell you're listening to me but I can see that the wheels are turning... Okay, I have to go to the ladies room, but when I come back I'm going to be a completely different person." When she got back to the seat she reached into her purse and took out raspberry flavored Kool-Aid crystals to put into her water. Then she took out a perfume bottle of customized scent that she had made in Miami. She put some on her wrist and neck. She put some on my wrist too. It was vanilla rose with an orange top note. She showed me naked pictures of herself on her digital camera. She took out her IPOD and we shared the headphones listening to Ministry of Sound in the dark. We talked about music until our final descent into New York.