imagine being in a car.
it’s yours and you are driving.
it’s a beautiful day.
sun is out.
wind blowing in your face.
you are driving to your next destination.
the next pit stop.
it’s been a long journey,
but you have enough gas to last a while.
you follow the rules of the road.
as soon as you pull off to get to the next street,
a pick up truck slams the fuck into you.
you = car.
the pick up truck = life.
i got hit with an IRS bill today.
came outta nowhere on my ass.
i got a letter telling me i owe 900 big ones.
i had to sit on my couch and re-read it a couple times.
called them almost immediately.
they said i didn’t report earnings on my 2009 tax return.
the IRS picked them up and adjusted.
added this balance.
i go and look and sure nuff,
my tax preparer didn’t add the info.
this fuckin’ mother’s day coming up,
and having no job to pay off this bill…
i am over it.
i don’t even feel like posting today.
i put my phone in the microwave.
i just want to lay down and not be bothered.
i was so fuckin’ happy this morning.
slept good last night.
woke up and got the great gatsby soundtrack.
something i have been looking for it the last few weeks.
too bad that happiness didn’t last long, huh?