I've gotten the first of what might likely be 4 more law school rejection letters. I am trying to be nonchalant about it but it stings. I guess I'm going to take some shitty job for money to live on and be miserable. Or I'm going to take that stupid test again and re-apply. I can't lie though. I'm starting to get tired of this shit. I don't know what else I have to do. So many stupid chickenheads are lawyers and I can't even get down at a fucking school. I really hate this shit. I really do.
Fuck. It. All.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
Fuck The IRS
So I just got a call from my accountant. He tells me that because I took a disbursement on my 401k last year after I got laid off I got pushed in to a higher tax bracket so I'm in hock to the IRS for $5,000 bones. I also get poked in the ass by the state to the tune of $1,000 balls. I am so, so, so full of hate right now. Do I have like 6K to just pull out of my ass right now? No. Is the timing super awesome? No. Do I want to scream and throw things? Yes, very much so.
I'm starting to feel like this is the top of the roller coaster and I'm in for a big ass dip. There are cats who make fofillions of dollars and never get it in the ass tax wise because they know how to hide the cheese. Cats who are straight ballin cry like little bitches at the whiff of new taxes. My response to them is usually that they should go fuck themselves. I know I didn't make a million fucking bucks last year but some how I'm gettin stuck with no fucking lube.
I need a win and I need it soon. In the interim, I need a job. And fast.
Fuck. It. All.
I'm starting to feel like this is the top of the roller coaster and I'm in for a big ass dip. There are cats who make fofillions of dollars and never get it in the ass tax wise because they know how to hide the cheese. Cats who are straight ballin cry like little bitches at the whiff of new taxes. My response to them is usually that they should go fuck themselves. I know I didn't make a million fucking bucks last year but some how I'm gettin stuck with no fucking lube.
I need a win and I need it soon. In the interim, I need a job. And fast.
Fuck. It. All.
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