April 30, 2007 § 5 Comments
From screwtopian fantasy to the depths of the mundane: under a waxing moon, a distracted woman turns her attention to her taxes. Regrettably, Rilke had nothing to say to his young poet about the subject, which is a crying shame.
The chore completed, I took a wildly decadent bath and tried to clear the fog of digits from my mind, to no avail. Instead, I thought about the various things I could buy with my modest but unexpected refund. I’m currently torn between physiotherapy and a really fancy bra. Thoughts?
In other news, I’m pleased to announce that The Smoking Section has received its first pitch from a smoking fetish site, “dedier aux belle femmes du quebec qui fume, la cigarette [sic].” Further investigation reveals that models are paid $10 per cigarette, which, at the rate I smoke, would handily fund the remainder of my PhD.
Even better, the site specializes in “forced smoking,” an erotic activity that involves subjecting healthy young men to the dangers of second-hand tobacco smoke. If I thought I could actually pull off the leather pantsuit look, I’d sign up tomorrow. Seriously…