death and taxes...

tonight i sat down to do taxes and realized, i do NOT have a pencil. you guessed it: field trip. i went to shoppers drug mart and decided to take along the Px i got from the ophthamologist; these eyeball drops for the Evil Eye©. i wandered around the store and picked up things i do NOT *need*. par example: new pumice foot scrub that smells rather divine; a new pumice stone for feet to make them ever so soft and delicate; a purple ruler (wtf?); a package of 8 papermate pens; nail clippers... erm, again... arooo??; green tea scented tea lights; and dove flex-hold hairspray. i almost forgot the pencil! ok, NEVER send me to shoppers drug mart w/o a list! now, i can't be arsed to do my taxes. they are due on april 30th. i'll get them done, but i'm just like BLECH about the whole thing. the government really pisses me off! i just know i'm going to owe and what the hell?!! they alread took thousands of dollars from me already! 48% of my bonus last year!! did THEY work for it? nuh unh, i dont think so!! bastids!
i choose death.