Friday, December 02, 2005

A disaster.

Oh for a sugar daddy. But I'll stick with my bitter one, because I love him. I'm that noble, sure, but there remains the little problem. How to make money. Not perhaps a great amount or even overnight. I need a steady income of my own. It's impossible to get the books I need(/want) otherwise. I need a job that requires me to think and that pays. They usually call it 'intellectual prostitution'. It sounds cool, see?

Haha, I'm pathetic. And poor. Oh my heart could break.

2 comments:

erebus said...

intellectual prostitution ...... what do you think blogging is?
intellectual masturbation...
maybe you can charge people to view your blog...

fyn scarlet reed said...

But voyeurism is only fun when it's free.