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Apr. 1st, 2009
The IRS is out to kill me.
I'm itemizing this year because of the condo, so I'm having to fill out a Schedule A which, when I'm halfway through, points me to a worksheet to fill out to determine if I have to fill out another form which prompts me toward another worksheet ad nauseum. It was like being caught on a mousetrap site.
I said fuck it, shredded the worksheets and called a tax prep place and made an appointment. Let them scratch their heads and squint at esoteric worksheets.
Honestly, I'm tempted to say "Fuck it!" and just file a 1040EZ.
Also, in other news, my coworkers are really getting on my tits today. Not that it takes much, since I'm Captain Crankypants right now.
April 1st and I've had to jump back on the diet bandwagon. Again.
So far, April isn't getting off to a stellar start, people.
I'm itemizing this year because of the condo, so I'm having to fill out a Schedule A which, when I'm halfway through, points me to a worksheet to fill out to determine if I have to fill out another form which prompts me toward another worksheet ad nauseum. It was like being caught on a mousetrap site.
I said fuck it, shredded the worksheets and called a tax prep place and made an appointment. Let them scratch their heads and squint at esoteric worksheets.
Honestly, I'm tempted to say "Fuck it!" and just file a 1040EZ.
Also, in other news, my coworkers are really getting on my tits today. Not that it takes much, since I'm Captain Crankypants right now.
April 1st and I've had to jump back on the diet bandwagon. Again.
So far, April isn't getting off to a stellar start, people.