Tax Time.

I forgot to mention the best/worst part of the conversation from the bus yesterday.

Guy #1: To be honest, fuck, I wish someone would just put a bullet in my already.
Guy #1's Girlfriend: Yeah, I know.
Guy #1: Err, I heard that. Why you gotta be like that? Damn.
Guy #1's Girlfriend: Well!

Somebody at
work this morning,
said I had a shiny personality
and then
gave me one
of his chips.

I hate taxes. Hang it up, Tax Man.