I whine, therefor I am.
Jan. 29th, 2006 10:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impy...I think I may very well have a heart attack. If my math isn't screwy, I'm so screwed on my taxes. Seriously, ohmylord, please kill me now screwed.
Now to pray my brain is fried, my mother can figure this out, and I will not end up hating two of my best friends when they become freakishly rich fairly shortly.
Oh.My.God.
*dies*
In other news, this morning some jackass decided to start shooting at the gas station across the street. Scarily enough, no one heard a thing in our store.
And the thought of being shot doesn't scare me half as much as that near freak out above. That's sad, and wrong, and I will not dwell on it since I imagine I would change my mind if I were about to be shot. :p
Freakout over. I'm far too literal or stupid or something for the IRS. Somehow, I seem to have not paid them enough. Soooo. I think I need to fill out a new [uh, W-4?] at work so this shit doesn't happen next year as well. Is it possible to file for my state first, so I can get that back and pay my federal with my state?
I think I'm gonna go sit in a corner and cry.
A lot.
But not as much as I would if I really had to pay $500+.
Oh. And why are only the stupid people breeding? I meant to say something else, but I don't remember what it was. It's something I keep meaning to say.
Oh! Now I remember. This has been bugging me for a month. I know full well I should let it go, but everytime I think it's gone into the ether that I call my brain, it pops up and bugs me some more because I have simply forgotten it.
If you recall the yearly birthday rant, I do believe that no one actually saw me in person that day. Despite numerous promises to the contrary, I was alone [though well called and loved, don't think I forgot that] and it hurt my feelings like you could very easily believe. A month ago. a little less actually, before the bridal horror, Cass mentioned very casually that she'd been 15 minutes from my house on one of my days off, but hadn't stopped by. That by itself irked me. Why tell me that? It's kind of rude. Annnnyway. She then mentioned she'd spent the night at a friend's house by accident [um, I'm thinking someone was drinking, but the memory conks out here] because she was over there for whoever's birthday, and she couldn't very well miss that.
I don't know whether you've seen someone stare at a phone in shock, but I assure you that I did. Stared until she thought I'd hung up. I'm sure she's all but forgotten the day she would. not. visit. Or call. Or spend any time whatsoever with me except a very brief, drunken happy birthday voice mail. And I'm not positive, but I don't think I saw her on her birthday [for, yes, and took her out and did stuff with her then, and would have taken the day off but she told me she was leaving town and then didn't. So I'm going with the indignant rage, k?] but hearing her say something like, "Why would I miss this person's birthday" and it's someone she doesn't even know all that well.
*headdesk* I had to vent. I know, it's old and stupid, and I shouldn't be surprised, but at the same time, ouch.
Maybe I'll just pick all my emotional scars today and bleed myself dry. Not literally, cuz I'm not really much for my own blood. Ick. Messy.
Finally, it's maddening when you feel inferior to someone who drives you up the wall at times due to their inability to do anything. Yet the people, oh how they love someone else. I will never be so effortlessly loved. That kinda sucks.
To sum it all up: Taxes bad, friends bad, shootings unfun, birthday scars take forever to heal, people are insensitive, I'm overly sensitive, and trees pretty.
Now to pray my brain is fried, my mother can figure this out, and I will not end up hating two of my best friends when they become freakishly rich fairly shortly.
Oh.My.God.
*dies*
In other news, this morning some jackass decided to start shooting at the gas station across the street. Scarily enough, no one heard a thing in our store.
And the thought of being shot doesn't scare me half as much as that near freak out above. That's sad, and wrong, and I will not dwell on it since I imagine I would change my mind if I were about to be shot. :p
Freakout over. I'm far too literal or stupid or something for the IRS. Somehow, I seem to have not paid them enough. Soooo. I think I need to fill out a new [uh, W-4?] at work so this shit doesn't happen next year as well. Is it possible to file for my state first, so I can get that back and pay my federal with my state?
I think I'm gonna go sit in a corner and cry.
A lot.
But not as much as I would if I really had to pay $500+.
Oh. And why are only the stupid people breeding? I meant to say something else, but I don't remember what it was. It's something I keep meaning to say.
Oh! Now I remember. This has been bugging me for a month. I know full well I should let it go, but everytime I think it's gone into the ether that I call my brain, it pops up and bugs me some more because I have simply forgotten it.
If you recall the yearly birthday rant, I do believe that no one actually saw me in person that day. Despite numerous promises to the contrary, I was alone [though well called and loved, don't think I forgot that] and it hurt my feelings like you could very easily believe. A month ago. a little less actually, before the bridal horror, Cass mentioned very casually that she'd been 15 minutes from my house on one of my days off, but hadn't stopped by. That by itself irked me. Why tell me that? It's kind of rude. Annnnyway. She then mentioned she'd spent the night at a friend's house by accident [um, I'm thinking someone was drinking, but the memory conks out here] because she was over there for whoever's birthday, and she couldn't very well miss that.
I don't know whether you've seen someone stare at a phone in shock, but I assure you that I did. Stared until she thought I'd hung up. I'm sure she's all but forgotten the day she would. not. visit. Or call. Or spend any time whatsoever with me except a very brief, drunken happy birthday voice mail. And I'm not positive, but I don't think I saw her on her birthday [for, yes, and took her out and did stuff with her then, and would have taken the day off but she told me she was leaving town and then didn't. So I'm going with the indignant rage, k?] but hearing her say something like, "Why would I miss this person's birthday" and it's someone she doesn't even know all that well.
*headdesk* I had to vent. I know, it's old and stupid, and I shouldn't be surprised, but at the same time, ouch.
Maybe I'll just pick all my emotional scars today and bleed myself dry. Not literally, cuz I'm not really much for my own blood. Ick. Messy.
Finally, it's maddening when you feel inferior to someone who drives you up the wall at times due to their inability to do anything. Yet the people, oh how they love someone else. I will never be so effortlessly loved. That kinda sucks.
To sum it all up: Taxes bad, friends bad, shootings unfun, birthday scars take forever to heal, people are insensitive, I'm overly sensitive, and trees pretty.
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Date: 2006-01-30 06:26 am (UTC)