It's so taxing

Anyone want to come do my taxes for me? Ugh. It's not like I own a lot of stuff, so it's a basic filing. Still a pain in my backside. I get really confused about pension and investment information, though I was pleasantly surprised to learn my personal investments didn't do too bad this year. The biggest perk of my job is the pension plan. I don't have a huge nest egg yet, but I do have money I can't actually get my hands on easily.

Okay, back to taxes. Hate them. Thank goodness I don't have to file State.

Damn it

Once again, something nasty and black (oil? grease?) has marked up every last blasted cami I own. The stuff doesn't come out. I'm PISSED, because I really do wear these things all the time and now I have to restock. AGAIN.

You should be able to put your clothes in a dryer and expect them to get fluffy and dry, not streaked up with black shit.

Damn it.


Also, and unrelated, if babydoll dresses are coming back as a trend, it's another style I cannot wear. I just look like a pregnant, lactating woman in them, as cute as they are.

I doubt a trend will ever come around that I can actually participate in.

Legacy

Ah, Legacy.

( Daniel Jackson and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day )

Okay, I have to stop asking questions! I really did like the first 3/4ths of the episode, I swear.

On another plus side, this episode spawned lots of fanfiction. Some much like the first 3/4ths of the episode and some...like the last 1/4th of the episode. I've always liked ELG's The Wine of Dionysus (though, honestly, the story could have been told with far fewer words and pages) and Yum@'s Red Harvest.