Around the 20th of February I filled my taxes and here it is almost 4 weeks later, I have yet to get it. I have not found anything wrong, and the IRS only lets you track it if you know the exact amount you are going to get back. Which is kind of stupid considering that most of us leave that to accountants and what have you, and they compile not only earnings, but the reams of tax receipts that I got by giving every thing I can to Goodwill.

I am counting on this money. I have been out of work for a week due to the break, so I am going to feel that at the end of the month. Another thing that pisses me off is that if it does not come by the end of the week, I can’t afford to go to the horror convention with Will. Also, I found a pistol in a pawn shop in Wilkesboro that is perfect and cheap. I laid it away but if I get my check, I can pay it off and try it out. 

Some more details of my mundane life since last I posted. I had no money to send anything to my mom for her birthday so I tried to avoid the issue until my next pay day. Between that and picking up the slack for my lazy bastard co-workers, I had to stay over 2 hours extra almost every day that week so I was exhausted. My mom called me and started telling some facetious, bitchy story of how she hoped I married some one who would remember shit so she would get fed when she is old because I am so fucking unreliable and forgetful. After making me fell like shit she hung up. What was I supposed to tell her? I came home home and went straight to bed that day because I was not allowed to leave work until I finished everything? That my co-workers did not show up?! That a 11 hour day was not tiring? Or that I didn’t have enough cash in my pocket to even send a card? Besides, cards and phone cards are just signs that you don’t care enough to send a real gift! Besides, I just love how she had to set me up and knock me down with that super hypothetical story! I wish, I wish to almighty God that she would do this shit to my dope-addict sister! Every time I slip up it is the end of the world. But a more realistic story would be her allowed to starve because her pill-head daughter and her scum bag boyfriend stole everything that wasn’t nailed down for pill money or slit her fucking throat to get it. Being emotionally neglected being the least of her worries! I am a college graduate with a not-to-glamorous but steady job and my sister is a degenerate drug addict that got her kids taken away from her, stole from family and stranger alike, and ended up in jail for 5 years. I think I am doing pretty God damned good for myself.

But, I could never do that to her and she knows it. She says that I am more like her in that we have a no-combative, gentle nature. Or it is more likely that we have a passive aggressive, bitchy nature. But the difference being that I can’t bring myself to hurt her like she hurts me. I am reminded of what Ms. Ruth, a kindly Jewish lady that I work for says. You always hut the ones you love, because they don’t abandon you as readily as others. For better or worse, you always come back. 

Fuck…

On a lighter note, After hunter visited and we watched “The 4th Kind”, I ordered a book about the Sumerian civilization, because I need to know more about them. Everyone should really, because of everything that they gave to us. 

Hopefully, my money will show up soon and I can actually have a little fun. Haru Nakajima is going to be at the convention. I need to thank him, his movies made my childhood so much more bearable.