There is one thing in the world that I absolutely hate. I don't mean hate in a trivial sense like the kind of hate you feel from a particularly nasty yo' mama joke, or like when you have to write a really boring paper. Not even the kind of hatred I feel for ignorant patrons of the library to which I am employed. It's nothing like that. It's maybe more like the kind of hate I feel about the gangsters, la migra, and bandits in Enrique's Journey (which I was up until 4:30 last night devouring. It was so good but induced fits of rage and lots of tears). I mean, it induced hatred...yea...hatred. *scratches head and yawns* But still, not the same kind of hatred I'm attempting to describe. You see, I really hate taxes.
Taxes are the bane of my existence. Here is why:
1. Their due date coincide with the FAFSA entry due dates (which I don't have to do anymore b/c I'm graduating but has caused many a problem over the last three years).
2. They are elusive with their staunch, dry, mathematical wordage. Makes me want to vomit. As this talk of receivable this and adjusted that. I don't know what the hell any of that means?! And of course, I could hire someone to do them for me, but that costs money...money I don't have...because I can't get my taxes filed...so that I have a tax return!!!
3. When you receive moneys from the government or from a private institution to go on to acquire higher education, the government sends you a fucking confusing form that mocks you and causes you to stare at it from a corner in fear.
4. They induce a panicked state inhibiting me from functioning properly and causing me to constantly check the calendar for fear it is April *gulp* 15.
5. Invariably, I always lose at least one of my W-2 forms. That hasn't happened this year so far. *crosses fingers....arms, legs, ankles and eyes* (for good measure).
So there you have it. A little bit of what I hope is clear wordage about hate and mathematical frustration. Good luck with your taxes.
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