IRS and #4

Tax time has come and gone again, and of course I waited until the last minute. But this year it was not my intention to do so. I actually had everything together, with the execption of one W-2 form that needed to be reprinted. I figured I would have had it back by now, but somehow I let 2 motnhs slip by and didn't get it done until today. How? I have no idea. But a refund is due and the money can be used for a lot of different things going on right now. Anyway, as I was looking aat my W-2 forms, I realized one of these jobs snacthed about 6 c-notes about my check. And that was just a summer job. I felt like I was 16 and getting my first check...Who the hell is FICA? And why didn't he ask to get for the money? And social security? Why am I giving money to that? Because at our current stae in America it won't exist by the time I retire to get it. Can I just pick an old person at random and give them the money myself? Better yet, let me just give it to my grandmother and cut out the middle man. You know some of this money is burned up in administration anyway. Oh well. The gub'ment has pulled that Rick James on my check again...

~I'm Uncle Sam bitch...show me your titty's!~

In my continuation of my series of confessions of things, keep in mind that the first handful of people are ex-girlfriends, and as I write, I realize there are some people in my life I should have just cussed out. Now with that being said, I present number...

4. You fake, over sensitive, pretenious, over emotional drama queen. But I mean that in a nice way. I hate that so many people percieved you as something special. What was so impressive about that is made #3 guzzle hater aid, and every young nigga jealous of me. I trully don't get it. But I will give you the fact that you were very supportive of my athletic endeavors...but, then there was your jealousy, your nagging, your tendancy to start fights. But it was so funny set against the back drop that everyone thought you were so perfect. Ha. I'm glad Ms. D put me on game and kept me safe from your tirads. So sad that you were that cute and that dangerous. Whats even funnier that your father threatned to put me in jail if I put my hands on you during prom. Let the truth be told, he should have threw you under the jail. At your pace we barely made it to dinner that night. This one I can trully walk away and say this one had nothing to do with me. 2 words..seek help.