Ms. Holloway, meet me in my office. And bring your typing scores.

I have discovered the movie Secretary.

Oh, my.

In affirmation that I probably am a closet kink, and not the innocent prude in Mary Jane's that I appear to be, I have fallen completely in love with this film. The urge to have my typing corrected with a red Sharpie, and then spanked over a desk (preferably by James Spader) has become overwhelming. After I'm finished typing this entry, you can expect me to be looking through the classifieds for a lawyer in need of a secretary. In fact, I'll be abandoning all ambition of becoming an actor/writer in hoped of fufilling this ridiculous notion. All you lawyers out there (or future ones - NDC, I hope you're listening) had better watch out.

You have reached the office of Mr. E. Edward Grey.....

I want to be your secretary.