Monday, Jan. 27, 2003

Excited about filing my taxes.

Excited about filing my taxes.

First of all, I hate to have to stopp to this level, but guys; I am finding no love in using this trendy diary thing as of now. Before I didn't really care if anyone read it. But as time and time progresses I am finding myself leared into wanting people to read it. And it is not that I believe NO ONE is reading this, because I do think someone is. But I just don't know who they are. And that sucks. So please, without me sounding all beggy and desperate, sign my guestbook! Lemme know who you are! Sheesh, is it TOO much to ask for?

Damn it sure is hard to type when you have this big ass bandaid on your right index finger. One never knows how useful someone is until it is paralyzed. If you have to know what happened I sliced my finger open. Like the mean I cut every day my finger became part of it. And it hurt like a mother fucker. Yeah, I am probably exageratting a little, but why don't YOU try cutting your finger open, then you can judge.

Shit I wished I had better things to put in here for you people's enjoyment, but I don't. My life sucks. I never thought that not having a car could suck out the social life of someone. But it seems to have.

Oh the guy I am always talking about picked me up from work today. No, not because he wanted to, because my mom couldn't do it. But it was still totally cool. He walked in there and all he said was, "damn I can never show my face in here again." I think it is because people were looking at him and staring at him, because I am really close to the people I work with. Which means that they know just about as much about him as you all know. If you know what I am saying. And you probably don't. But that's ok.

Anyway, I need to finish my taxes. I didn't know that if you were poor enough you could e-file for free. How cool is that. Leave it to me to get excited about filing my taxes.