20th
email conversation between me & paranoid little brother regarding 2007 taxes that had an extension filed due to family estate issues:
me: have you heard from the accountant regarding your 2007 taxes?
him: It’s been a few months so they should be done by now. All I have to do is go sign them but I keep forgetting. Why are you worried about my 2007 taxes?
me: I haven’t heard anything. So i was wondering what your status was. You get yours then I will get mine. I was more interested in getting my $600 from the IRS but you don’t get it until you file your 2007 taxes first.
bite-my-tongue response: Gee, cuz I really fucking care about your money issues and if you’ve been responsible enough to declare income that was never yours in the first place. I’m just over here worrying my poor little heart out about you and all your financial concerns. fucker. boo fucking hoo. woe is you. everybody all up in your shit worried. uh yeah - little bit narcissistic aren’t we? You really do take after the maternal unit. it IS all about you.
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good god, A… vent much? lol
me: too much Chicago
sweett: there’s never enough Chicago
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free cd listening party to Chicago’s “lost” recording.
i’m afraid, Addie. hold me.
the muscle above my right boob is really sore. i didn’t know putting snaps through rubber had that effect. this week i’ll try and do them all with my left hand.
maybe, if i keep this up, i won’t need that boob lift after all. at the very least, i could possibly be able to make them dance after a while.