Taxes

I fixed my tax problem and now I'm getting $300+ which is way nicer than owing $2000 and having to pay penalties and things. Whew. And it's done! Yay!

So, I'm currently replowing my way through the Anita Blake Vampire Hunter series and am on Obsidian Butterfly. I got on the train this morning and was reading it while standing for the first stop. The woman sitting in front of me starts rifling through her bag and comes out with a scrap of paper and pen. I kinda glance down and see that she's writing down the title and author of my book. She doesn't say anything about it to me, doesn't ask any questions. I'm standing in front of her so she's not reading it over my shoulder or anything so she can't be getting excited about the hot, sexy passages on skinned and mutilated bodies. All she can see is the cover (which does have part of the back of a nekkid woman with the shadow of a fence and butterfly on her). I don't know. It's been in the back of my mind all day. I was kinda hoping she was just writing down everything anyone was reading on the train, but she wasn't. It was a scrap with numbers and things on it. I don't know. Odd.

But she got off at Jay Street so I had her seat for the rest of the ride. So she's my buddy. And she had a goofy Anti-Bush Working Families Button on and some granola crunchy self help book in her bag as well. Maybe she was mad at me for reading porn on the train. Though really, Hamilton's Fairy Porn is more porn like than the Anita Blake books. I think. Muffy could back me up if she ever bothered to READ THE BOOK I bought her. Muffy hates me, y'all. Or she hates Fairy Porn. Or both.

Maybe I should spend a week or two writing down what I see people reading on the train. The woman next to me was reading Star Magazine. Lots of photos of topless boys in Star. Should I start reading Star? No. I find those magazines offensive and don't want to encourage them by giving them money. Ah well. I'll bring one of my little notebooks on the train tomorrow and will try it out. Heh.