Yeah. It's been a few days. Didn't want to bore anyone with the details of my tax return experience. By the way, it's free to calculate on www.taxchopper.ca and only $9.95 to efile through them. Got that from a pretty reliable source. Turns out taxes are pretty simple to do, just wish I figured that out before I stared blankly at WTIB and WTF and LMAO forms that only pertain to maybe five people in this country for three days. And mom, don't taunt me, I know my brother can do it and has been doing it for years and so should I be able to. But NOT helping.
Ah, well, the pay-off is good. Sat on Whyte Ave tonight, drank some wine. Unfortunately, I've been reduced to sitting on my friend's balcony drinking their wine and saving the straws and spitballs for the roof later on. Despite how unresponsive certain individuals staggering along Whyte Ave. appear to be, they always can figure out what balcony the spitballs are coming from.
So, tax time over, what do I do now? I could yell and scream and then go cry on my couch again, but those days are wearing thin. Time for a little bit of action, man. I've set my sights on some volunteer work to prepare myself for the horrors of re-entering the working world. Besides, I figure I'll be the prettiest one at the soup kitchen and that will make me feel better about myself - disturbingly so. Applied to Grant MacEwan as a failsafe, don't want to be floundering in September and be like, woulda coulda shoulda. I'll just implode if that happens. I'm also at peace with my decision to go into social work, it's been almost two weeks and I haven't changed my mind. That is earth-shattering news coming from me. I can't decide on a Mac and Cheese in the grocery store - spirals? shells? original? and then I change my mind the minute I get to my car. It eats me up inside. What if I don't want original when I get home? Now I'm stuck with it. Life sucks. So this is good news, I've reached a more stable stage of my unemployment.
My inability to eat for the last two weeks has lost me a reasonable 10lbs. I'm good with that. I was hoping for more, but I can't afford new clothes, anyway. Even if I do get a few extra dollars to spend, I go right to the lingerie shop. Oh, hey, that reminds me, don't forget 4/26 (tommorrow) is Boob Quake!!! Some bloggers did really well in setting this one up (so jealous) and it kind of gives me my faith back in social change. I guess in hindsight that was probably pretty easy, it seems like everyone loves boobs. Social change via boobies. Nice. So, everyone, male and females (I don't discriminate), dress slutty tommorrow, take a picture, and post it as your profile pic on FB. And just hope a disaster doesn't coincidentally occur, or the point will be lost on those few individuals in society we are trying to prove to that boobs are actually not weapons. Hell, I've tried to take over small countries myself with mine, but it never worked.
Ah, don't hate on Islam, just hate on the individuals that misrepresent spirituality in general and ignore the deeper purpose of it. We are all entitled to our cultural upbringing. Some people just forget what century we're in. Maybe next time the BBC will harp on something stupid a catholic priest said. Then we could run around with our pants off with good reason. What I would do to be a fly on the wall in the Vatican...
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