Taxes Are, At Least, Preferable to Death
Apr. 15th, 2008 02:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
* Filed my taxes today, although I'd done them awhile ago. I owed and did not want to give the government any more than I had to. The confusing thing is that up until I did the Federal review for errors in Turbo Tax, it looked like I'd get money back. But in the review, something inevitably got flipped when looking at my car's use for business purposes and I owed. This happened twice at two different attempts to file, so I just said fuck it and went with the one that said, "Low risk for Audit." I keep marginally good records, but I certainly don't need the stress of an audit.
* My Georgie cat is having some teeth issues, it seems – he's had a fever, his gums are swollen and bleeding, and he's sneezing a lot. This means gooey pink antibiotics and wet food and a twice a day war – both with him to take the meds and with the other cat to keep him out of the room where the wet food is. Ah cats, tiny terrorists of love.
But the cat was a trooper at the vets, charming and inquisitive and fearless and I sacrificed my softest blanky to transport him because he's just that sweet a boy. But it will mean more money to get his teeth cleaned and blood work done and I just...you know, it's always something and at least I love his sweet, nutty self more than my car.
* I have words piling on top of words, so many words and stories itching and begging to come out and mostly they're stuck in my brain, hindered by this awful wracking cough I've got going, my exhaustion, and the fact that Kelly Link's "Stranger Things Happen" is totally pulling me through the day to day.
* Go check out
iamsab's, "If Chris Carter Fucks Us Over Again…" community and Facebook community. We watched "The Truth" last night, and concluded that it was mostly a waste of time, shippiness of the end aside, and that the real crime CC perpetrated against the shippers was not a lack of resolution, but a lack of consuming passion. All that chemistry and he flipped to the end instead of letting the tension have a satisfying blow out and sexual release. Also, the Super Soldiers remain as dumb as before, the black oil kind of makes sense (relative X-Files sense!!), Seasons 4 and 5 really were killer television and Season 7 is under appreciated.
Also, remember how Scully can't die? I love that.
* If one more person calls me the Copy Editor at work today, I'm throwing my stapler at them. And immediately retrieving them. Or potentially poking them with my wire Target sculpture of the Empire State Building. That would be far more satisfying.
* In conclusion, M. forgot to pay the gas bill. "We're only a month behind," he said, handing me a glass of expensive wine. After this long, this many years, after having the house cleaned and making all of this attempt to reclaim my space and sanity, all I could do was sit on the couch and drink a pricey Shiraz and listen to his excuses and know I only had myself to blame.
* My Georgie cat is having some teeth issues, it seems – he's had a fever, his gums are swollen and bleeding, and he's sneezing a lot. This means gooey pink antibiotics and wet food and a twice a day war – both with him to take the meds and with the other cat to keep him out of the room where the wet food is. Ah cats, tiny terrorists of love.
But the cat was a trooper at the vets, charming and inquisitive and fearless and I sacrificed my softest blanky to transport him because he's just that sweet a boy. But it will mean more money to get his teeth cleaned and blood work done and I just...you know, it's always something and at least I love his sweet, nutty self more than my car.
* I have words piling on top of words, so many words and stories itching and begging to come out and mostly they're stuck in my brain, hindered by this awful wracking cough I've got going, my exhaustion, and the fact that Kelly Link's "Stranger Things Happen" is totally pulling me through the day to day.
* Go check out
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Also, remember how Scully can't die? I love that.
* If one more person calls me the Copy Editor at work today, I'm throwing my stapler at them. And immediately retrieving them. Or potentially poking them with my wire Target sculpture of the Empire State Building. That would be far more satisfying.
* In conclusion, M. forgot to pay the gas bill. "We're only a month behind," he said, handing me a glass of expensive wine. After this long, this many years, after having the house cleaned and making all of this attempt to reclaim my space and sanity, all I could do was sit on the couch and drink a pricey Shiraz and listen to his excuses and know I only had myself to blame.
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Date: 2008-04-15 09:39 pm (UTC)Me too! "How will I die?" - "You won't." ♥
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Date: 2008-04-15 10:17 pm (UTC)(I also adored FtF, and saw it numerous times in the theater:)
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Date: 2008-04-15 09:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-15 10:48 pm (UTC)Also, remember how Scully can't die? I love that. Hee! Me, too! It comes up now and again in fic, with varying degrees of success. The one I remember best, though, is the one in which it's Mulder who was there/shot/lives forever. It's not very pretty. I like that in a fic! *g* Thank god for fic!
Or potentially poking them with my wire Target sculpture of the Empire State Building. That would be far more satisfying. I've seen those (says the Target Ho). They look perfect for poking and possibly shoving where the sun don't shine in extreme circumstances of annoyance. ;)
Blathered on long enough. *hugs you*
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Date: 2008-04-16 01:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-16 03:13 am (UTC)Of course, I still want you to finish that FS story about apocalypses and South America... *g*
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Date: 2008-04-16 04:01 am (UTC)