So occasionally, I'll get in these moods where I spin off into crazy delusions and potentially make hazardous decisions for my life. This is the story of my most recent Delusional Hour.
I was sitting at home, alone, on a Thursday night, watching Secret Diary of a Call Girl....you know...because my life is sad. And if you've never heard of this show, it's a program that aired (airs? I'm not sure if it's still on) on Showtime about a woman that was a professional Call Girl in London. In this particular episode, she was recounting how she got her start in the business....and how much money she makes. This is when my delusional hour begins.
I begin to wonder if people actually DO work for escort services or if it's something that's just so taboo that no one dares trying in fear of getting arrested. So I google it....and suddenly I find myself creating a profile in order to become a male escort....
Luckily, I snap out of my delusional hour just in time to delete everything I had done and slap myself across the face.
Delusional hour is a dangerous, dangerous place to be when placed in front of a computer.
-K
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