you're the magic that holds the sky up
fill it out stuff it in send it out breathe it in you're done. but i'm not. crap.
2003-04-15
10:09 a.m.

this is the deadline. my problem is that i don't understand taxes. i've filled out the form (which means i watched rachel fill out the form for me), but there is no step two. can i just put it in an envelope and scrawl TO THE IRS across the front? will it get there?

somebody give me a call and rescue my tax return.

secretly, i'm guessing about the usage of the word "return" in that last sentence.

the rubric of life tells you how to file your taxes. it also tells you how to steam clean a carpet. and how to do sign language.

actually, though, i've learned some phrases in sign language and i hope to pursue it further.

i interviewed at phillip's yesterday. it was so hard to stay in my seat when i could see the ocean 30 feet away.

i also scoped out doughroller, but i think i'd rather have robert ingest me than to work there over the summer. or actually, for any length of time whatsoever.

the waitress' name was Dee. i swear.

back to :: the future
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though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun, it's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run

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