Letting MY SACARSM get the best of me here…
My FAVORITE time of the Y-E-A-R, is APRIL, not just because it's my birth month, for I could care LESS about that, but because it's, wait for it……….TAX SEASON!
And, every year, 'round this time of year, that BITCH (do I need to reiterate who that might be again???) goes completely, P-S-Y-C-H-O (and note: the "P" is NOT, "silent"!!!), because OMG, I can't get my Compuserve account log in, I can't get my amount for the taxes I have on my JNJ shares which had been carried OVER from that mother FUCKERS past of working for the god DAMN company, yada, yada, yada, yada, and, it's NOT just all in that TINY brain of hers that this SHIT's going on, oh no…
This SHIT spilled out to everything in the house, and frankly, I couldn't give a FUCKING (so???) RATS' ASS about paying MY taxes (feel free to call the I.R.S., and report me on my "tax evasions" as if I have those, the dollars and cents I made are too, measly to get "charged" for the taxes here, 'k???). And, this is cyclic, every single April, because it's TAX TIME, and, as the end of April approaches, that BITCH would get more and more, anxious by the clock (and yes, I can use the CLOCK like those biological clocks to "measure" this shit!)…
buried by so much, paperwork...photo from online
And this shit will keep on repeating, ETERNALLY, until she finally decides hey, I had enough of this SHIT, I'm selling EVERYTHING that your father (that LOSER again!) gave me, and I'm finally done with this SHIT.
But until then, I'll be, STUCK in this, annual cycle of hearing her rant on, and on, and on, and there's just NO way out, in short of, pulling the trigger that's aimed as my, big OVERSIZED, bobblehead, and in which case, I know for a FACT, that the bullets in that revolver (a lot of rounds???) will all get, JAMMED, and I still don't get to, KILL myself…
And note to all: I'm NOWHERE N-E-A-R SUICIDAL right now, a little HOMICIDAL, maybe, but NOT suicidal here!
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