Desk Monkey

I feel like I am what they call in real-estate "a possible tear-down".

Working in real estate (and I use that term loosely, I'm no one with a fancy job) I see the terms they use and the way they try to sell houses. As a soon-to-be divorcee, I feel like real estate. I can't decide if I want to be boarded up and left to fall apart, or have an open house so everyone can just satisfy their curiosity and leave me alone again. (uh, you see that closet there? don't open that.)

In other news, I got my first paycheck today, and feel very satisfied paying my bills with money I worked to get. I'm not into the job today, it's slow. We have a property in the Caribbean for sale and I've been routing calls through about it all afternoon. All that did was make me think of Pirates. Blackbeard, Anne Bonny, etc. Now all I want to do is go to the library and find a book about Anne Bonny and Mary Read and make everyone who reads my blog listen to me blah blah blah about pirates. But they are so cool! I could sit around thinking about pirates and/or ninjas all day. Also, it makes for interesting conversation.

"You look deep in thought."
"I am."
"About what?"
"Ninjas."

Also another question.. how come the local libraries only have one book on the Marquis de Sade, and how come it's always checked out? Both questions easily answered, I guess, with the following: Alabama and Perverts. Maybe the question is how come *I* keep looking for that book?

See that closet? Don't open it.