Should be finishing my taxes. I was such a good girl about 2 weeks ago. Determined to do my own taxes I did begin the task. My noble intentions however have been interrupted by:
1. Deciding to find another new apartment - nothing wrong with the one I live in - is spacious and I live with the most easy-going man on planet - damn it if only I fancied him....sex in own home with separate bedrooms - this week's dream come true.
2. Signing lease for ugly but well positioned apartment in West Village. Got into complete broker/legal pickle. Broker claimed I was beholden to lease I signed but which I now don't want. Brokers are weasels....not a newsflash. Weasel broker still hounding me for $3000 finders fee. Doesn't really sound reasonable for unwanted apartment.
3. Craigslist obsession ie/ trawling for apartments which read divinely; in reality dark cockroach riddled shoeboxes.
4. Design Hotel and other swanky hotel website searches. Maybe becoming as obsessed with these things as Hotel Boy. Problem is I don't really have the time to do so, nor funds.
5. Alternatively creating sex scenes in head starring me and lardy mono-browed Greek; me and Mafiosi Toy-boy; me and Hotel Boy. Obviously not getting enough sex (make that any sex) thus developing sex-obsessed mental condition. How does one get into the porn industry? Hmm another thing to look into on Craigslist and not do my taxes.
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