by greenbamboostudios

I accidentally told my trainer this week that he was a tax deductable.


Which for some reason made me feel incredibly shitty.


Because it came off sounding like our relationship was being diminished somehow.


Like I was working out for free.


Apparently, looking pretty is a business expense when you are an entertainer, so any gym related expenses legally reduce my taxable income.


Since deductions are generally allowed for things that produce benefits, what I really meant to imply was that having him in my life is a wonderful attribution.


If I could account for all the other positive attributions that enhance who I am in my taxes this year, I’d owe the IRS nothing.