The Tax Man Cometh

I can't believe i'm not the only one on hold with the IRS!
you may note that i wrote this entry on April 14th, the day before tax day.
I feel like such an asshole. I have NEVER waited until the deadline to file taxes, EVER! for some reason this year i've been putting it off, and putting it off. "tomorrow, i'll do it" i kept telling myself, and celina. Well several tomorrows came and went, and here i am, like every other asshole.

i started doing these taxes in late january, but i couldn't find Ryans social security card, and celina seemed to know where it was the whole time. she told me where it was, and like an asshole i put it on her to get it for me. she kept telling me to do my taxes, and i kept telling her to get me the SSN.

and so we danced...

well, here i am like everyother dick head you'll see tonight on the news, only i won't be waiting in line at the post office. I'm wating in line on the fucking phone for an hour (and counting).

*right when i typed that, the lady for the IRS picked up, she was from tennesee, i asked.

taxes are complete, the man is off my back for another year


power to the people, and fuck, fuck fuck fffff-fuck the police

Bowling 101

When did i start sucking at bowling?
today, i got beat by a four year old girl at two games. that's 20 frames of rolling.

this is what i have learned:
#1) bumpers do not help me
#2) ryan likes to use the ball ramp
#3) under no circumstances shall i or anyone else for that matter, touch the ramp while she's aiming.
#4) do not get the lane next to the walkway to go behind the pins, or 4 year olds will most likely become curious as to the goings on back there.

when asked what she has to say about bowling, Ryan replied "I'm a good winner!"

that about says it all then doesn't it?