Taxation

Talk about a fucking headache...

My back hurt this morning, so I worked for 18 hours. Now my knees hurt. Shit. That doesn't even make sense.

So last weekend (Not this past weekend, but the weekend before, alright? Ok.) was Antioch 2006. It was a blast, and I really miss those kids already. Which kind of sucks.

It was strange because Antioch always gives you this sort of high, and before you could just let it go. Just ride with it, enjoy it. It's not like that anymore...now you sort of have to force yourself back down so you can continue to function in this shithole of a world. Sucks, don't it?

So oddly enough one of the first things I notice post-Antioch is that I was due for a raise. So I gave myself one (the fact that I can do that still rocks.) So now I decide that I'm going to take $400 more a week. Which (by some fucked up ass math) seems like enough more than I make now so that I can afford a house. Yeah...I didn't put much thought into this one.

Now look...I waste money. I really do. DVD's by the hundreds, Xbox, big tips and plenty of rounds on me. I buy multiple Comedy CD's from the same comedian on ITunes, even though I know half the jokes on the damn CD are the same.

Anyway...

So I take $400 more per week. Not a stunning amount, but a lot to me still. And then I actually get my check. I feel like calling up Uncle Sam and being like, "What the hell happened to my $400 bitch?" Because there's only like $200 extra there. And I understand taxes, I really do, but what the fuck man?

No taxation without representation. But I don't have representation anymore. My guys lost. Does my vote count as my representation? Because then I'm not represented all that well. Shit, I'm paying for some other guy's war. Somebody else's representation is using the dollars my ass worked for. Shit.

All I want to do is buy a nice little house so that I have something to show for my 18 hour workdays. Because god damn and I shot to shit. And I have nothing to show for it.

I am so damn tired.