five thousand shades of blue
Monday, April 16, 2001
There was a time when tax day was a good day for me, but now filing taxes ranks up there with going to the dentist. It's always bad news. This year's the worst ever. I managed somehow to make more money in 2000, and the tax pre-payments were not enough. I definitely won't be making that amount this year (2001), because part of my regular salary went bye-bye, and given the choice to give money to the government or eat, I'm gonna pick eat. The amount of taxes I have to pay for being self-employed is sickening.
That plane heading towards the earth in a fiery tailspin would be me. Hey, the imood indicator should have been your first clue that San's world is not a happy place at the moment.
is
this just not enough…?
