So I've finally managed to get my taxes done. I had originally done them on the TurboTax software I had bought. Unfortunately my inability to deal with numbers has struck again and I almost ripped myself off. Somehow when I went to an actualy tax preparer they came with a return that was about twice what I had come up with the software I can now call garbage. How did that happen? Who the hell knows - maybe there's a reason they go to classes to become Tax advisors...
I have to take the time to rant about something that pissed me off. Well there are lots of things that piss me off but I won't bore everyone with all that. This one particular thing was brought to my attention last night while I was in the "Express Lane" (that's a whole different rant) at the grocery store.
This young "lady" and I use that term lightly since she was certainly a far cry from what previous generations would call a lady, was chatting away on her Nextel cell phone. As many people are aware the wonderful little concept of Nextel phones is it's walkie-talkie like ease. What a crock. I think it's bad enough when people talk on their cell phones in public because no matter what they must raise their voices to a screaming pitch, but now...now I get to get both sides of the conversation. OH LUCKY DAY!!
I'm normally a pretty nosy person but to be honest with you I don't really care to hear your mindless banter about trivial matters such as what one is watching on television or who the other is sleeping with.
I should be allowed a special permit that allows me to shoot - and by shoot I mean maim, not kill, stupid people. I think people will start learning lessons when I shoot them in the ass...
Current Mood: |
damn Nextel! |
Current Music: |
"Jezebel" by Acid Bath |