Ehhhhh...
I dunno what the fuck to do.
I can't find some of my pay stubs. Namely, my last ones, which are the ones I need.
Fuck taxes.
Fuck subway.
I called corporate, and they told me there was nothing they could do. They said to call the IRS, or the subway owners I needed the w-2s from. Uhm. If I could contact the owners, there wouldn't be a fucking problem, now would there? Oh wait.. THEY SOLD THE SUBWAY, AND NOW IT'S NOTHING BUT RUBBLE. But that doesn't matter. There's nothing corporate can do.
So I call the IRS. They won't have any of my information for last year until JULY. Considering taxes are due in a couple weeks, I don't think that will work.
So, I'm supposed to take in my pay stubs, 'cause it'll work just as well. Except I can't find them anywhere. I have NO IDEA what I've done with my last one from that subway. And I got my last paycheck from the planetarium right before I went to work on the day Josh died. So... yeah.. That's kind of a blank in my head.. I had bigger problems at the time than "oh shit, where's my pay stub?"
Ehh. Ferrett didn't even know what a pay stub was.
In other news... Butters did "what what in the butt".
Oh my fucking god. I woke up Ferrett cause it was so damned funny. I don't even know if he remembers it.
I am so fucking poor. We were supposed to close my bank account. I now owe them over $300. I need to eat more than just a pack of ramen and a small bit of dinner each day. I'm getting really light headed all the time. I've got horrible headaches CONSTANTLY, which could just be from the birth control, but it wasn't this bad before. I've started making myself WAAAY over-sugared cool splashers, which is the $.10 version of kool-aid. It's good for when I start crashing. Gives my body something to do so I don't pass out.
I'm under nourished and still fat. I hate my body so much. My lungs have started burning again. and I'm getting short of breath from EVERYTHING. Too bad I'm making it all up, or else I'd think there was really something wrong with me.
My cat's being a little shit head. She's pissing me off.
Also, Viva Pinata SUCKS. I hate that fucking game! FUCK! It's so tedious.
I can't find some of my pay stubs. Namely, my last ones, which are the ones I need.
Fuck taxes.
Fuck subway.
I called corporate, and they told me there was nothing they could do. They said to call the IRS, or the subway owners I needed the w-2s from. Uhm. If I could contact the owners, there wouldn't be a fucking problem, now would there? Oh wait.. THEY SOLD THE SUBWAY, AND NOW IT'S NOTHING BUT RUBBLE. But that doesn't matter. There's nothing corporate can do.
So I call the IRS. They won't have any of my information for last year until JULY. Considering taxes are due in a couple weeks, I don't think that will work.
So, I'm supposed to take in my pay stubs, 'cause it'll work just as well. Except I can't find them anywhere. I have NO IDEA what I've done with my last one from that subway. And I got my last paycheck from the planetarium right before I went to work on the day Josh died. So... yeah.. That's kind of a blank in my head.. I had bigger problems at the time than "oh shit, where's my pay stub?"
Ehh. Ferrett didn't even know what a pay stub was.
In other news... Butters did "what what in the butt".
Oh my fucking god. I woke up Ferrett cause it was so damned funny. I don't even know if he remembers it.
I am so fucking poor. We were supposed to close my bank account. I now owe them over $300. I need to eat more than just a pack of ramen and a small bit of dinner each day. I'm getting really light headed all the time. I've got horrible headaches CONSTANTLY, which could just be from the birth control, but it wasn't this bad before. I've started making myself WAAAY over-sugared cool splashers, which is the $.10 version of kool-aid. It's good for when I start crashing. Gives my body something to do so I don't pass out.
I'm under nourished and still fat. I hate my body so much. My lungs have started burning again. and I'm getting short of breath from EVERYTHING. Too bad I'm making it all up, or else I'd think there was really something wrong with me.
My cat's being a little shit head. She's pissing me off.
Also, Viva Pinata SUCKS. I hate that fucking game! FUCK! It's so tedious.