2007-01-25 13:52
digitaldiscipline
Still scattered and hostile. Less disconnected.
Yes, I recognize a few things here - probable onset of "where the fuck is that big, glowing, vitamin D source?" depression coupled with a complete schedule disruption & cold-turkey break from my usual 'net addiction, combined with a more or less thorough divergence from the usual grazing... on top of a lousy night's sleep, I wonder why yesterday evening sucked.
Recognizing you have problems is supposed to be the first step towards solving them, right? Hah. I recognize Dick Cheney and GWB, but they're not going away, either. (see, I can bitch about politics whenever I open my fucking mouth).
So, before work leapt up and latched its pointy little teeth onto my scrotum for the last half hour, where was I?
Ah, yes.
TAX TIME
While I certainly don't like paying taxes, since I feel that I'm getting a very poor value for the money claimed by Uncle Sam and his assorted idiot nephews, I like tax season as a way to say, "You know what, fuck you, gimme that money back."
However, that's a hell of a lot easier when I have my tax documents in hand. At the moment, I've got none of three (two W-2's and my mortgage). The self-service stuff (ie: my credit card statements for the last year, the better to itemize deductions with, my dears)... yes. The shit I rely on large outside parties for, no.
At least I can file on the cheap... when the paperwork finally shows up.
My huge windfall will invariably do exciting things for the household budget... like pay off a credit card. Woo friggin' hoo.
Message Ends.
Bitterness and hostility continues.
Still not King.
Yes, I recognize a few things here - probable onset of "where the fuck is that big, glowing, vitamin D source?" depression coupled with a complete schedule disruption & cold-turkey break from my usual 'net addiction, combined with a more or less thorough divergence from the usual grazing... on top of a lousy night's sleep, I wonder why yesterday evening sucked.
Recognizing you have problems is supposed to be the first step towards solving them, right? Hah. I recognize Dick Cheney and GWB, but they're not going away, either. (see, I can bitch about politics whenever I open my fucking mouth).
So, before work leapt up and latched its pointy little teeth onto my scrotum for the last half hour, where was I?
Ah, yes.
TAX TIME
While I certainly don't like paying taxes, since I feel that I'm getting a very poor value for the money claimed by Uncle Sam and his assorted idiot nephews, I like tax season as a way to say, "You know what, fuck you, gimme that money back."
However, that's a hell of a lot easier when I have my tax documents in hand. At the moment, I've got none of three (two W-2's and my mortgage). The self-service stuff (ie: my credit card statements for the last year, the better to itemize deductions with, my dears)... yes. The shit I rely on large outside parties for, no.
At least I can file on the cheap... when the paperwork finally shows up.
My huge windfall will invariably do exciting things for the household budget... like pay off a credit card. Woo friggin' hoo.
Message Ends.
Bitterness and hostility continues.
Still not King.
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With a chance of bitterness. Tomorrow's emotional forecast after this message from our sponsors. :-)
I know, I know, don't poke pointy sticks at the beast in his lair. :-)
My taxes are so insanely easy, I was able to file the day the IRS opened the E-file gate. I get to download my own W-2 from work and I have, umm... let me see... nothing else. :-) I'm really not going to claim the $14 or whatever it was I made in royalties last year. If they want to sue me for that, they're more than welcome. :-) I'd've had my refund tomorrow, but I was delayed getting my signature page in the mail by the ice stormlet we had. I couldn't find last year's stuff for the electronic signature. If something else comes in that I've completely blanked on, I can always file an amended return and pay the piper (cuz I just *know* it won't be in my favor ;-).
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*sends sunshine & a Burger King paper crown your way*
-- A <3
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How about a nice shot of some cleavage instead? Would that help?
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