"sunday morning's every day, for all i care...."
lighting candles to icons of discipline, this penitent slacker's mired in h&r block's sweetest dreams.
i could be complainy because i'm grounded until all of my back-taxes are completed.
instead, the heroic effort is being thought of as a paperwork party.... and all the things are invited.
this is what we get for moving repeatedly and packing separate fileboxes without collating. yeah, i know, first world problem rearing its whiny head.
sweet, merciful papershredders! it's never getting this bad again.
on the upside, my snarky inner-child played a good joke on me. tucked into filing from march 2006 (aka - "the last time the royal We bothered doing Our Taxes"... yes, shush) was a note from yours truly.
dear future Self,
your horoscope swore you'd conduct yourself with all of the requisite charm and grace in a time of duress. nonsense. trust us, it was a shade off dire and spectacularly ungraceful. your humble inner clerical-servant also neglected to account for the biweekly flayings which pass for barony tithings.
someday, you will look back on this and laugh. love,
- present/past Self
i'm chuckling already.
offline until it's done.
if that's longer than wednesday, i'm calling in the pros.
i could be complainy because i'm grounded until all of my back-taxes are completed.
instead, the heroic effort is being thought of as a paperwork party.... and all the things are invited.
this is what we get for moving repeatedly and packing separate fileboxes without collating. yeah, i know, first world problem rearing its whiny head.
sweet, merciful papershredders! it's never getting this bad again.
on the upside, my snarky inner-child played a good joke on me. tucked into filing from march 2006 (aka - "the last time the royal We bothered doing Our Taxes"... yes, shush) was a note from yours truly.
dear future Self,
your horoscope swore you'd conduct yourself with all of the requisite charm and grace in a time of duress. nonsense. trust us, it was a shade off dire and spectacularly ungraceful. your humble inner clerical-servant also neglected to account for the biweekly flayings which pass for barony tithings.
someday, you will look back on this and laugh. love,
- present/past Self
i'm chuckling already.
offline until it's done.
if that's longer than wednesday, i'm calling in the pros.