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I hate tax day...

”description” Dear Diary,
The day is upon us. Possibly my most dreaded day of the year. It's Tax day. I have been worrying about my taxes ever since I came to the States. I am just useless with anything to do with adding large numbers, or small ones for that matter, and it fills me with horror to know that a mistake that I make in this matter could, essentially, send me to jail. In the UK, you pay your taxes all year, and then if you've over paid, they send you a check - no long division or fractions nessecary. Think about that! They just send you a check! No worrying about write offs or tax breaks or 401ks. Actually I'm sure that there are such things, I've just avoided dealing with them...

So, now that we've established that I am a mathmatical dunce, it's obvious that I don't do my own taxes. I have a very clever lady who does them for me. I deem this service an essential one, and have therefore decided that the cats can eat every other day, so I can afford it. A few weeks ago, nice tax lady told me I was going to owe. Nice. I've already been improperly assesed by the prorerty tax man and owe him a whopping $5000. But I got the email yesterday that all I owe the Man is $272! Wow! I'm psyched! I was imagining millions! It's a bit different to last year though, when I got $3,500 back! Oh well, I'm not in the poor house yet! And I'm off the hook until next year again. Phew!

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