Someone told me that taxes are due in two weeks. LOL what a prankster!
People are too funny these days. Uh, actually wait. I'm going to run out to the hall and double-check with a roommate real quick just to make sure.
... so I have a dilemma. Looks like this blog post is going to be cut short because homegirl needs to go Google "how to file taxes," or better yet... send a long, groveling email to her father. But before I attend to that minor task, let me tell you guys about a few of the funnier jokes life has played on me recently:
Like how about after a four year wonderful security blanket known as college where I did absolutely nothing except nap, breathe, absorb some knowledge, daydrink, fountain hop, and eat Taco Bell, life cruelly ripped that blanket away and thrust me into the real world where I have to put on real people clothes, contribute to society, scrounge up mac and cheese, and pass out before 10pm on the regular.
Hilarious prank, that one. Knee-slapper. Won't ever get over it!
Or how about the fact that all the airlines out there know that I'm desperate to fly down to Southern California [Harry Potter World, LA edition awaits!!!] and jacks up the prices for every flight I could possibly take, and then sends me a "flights to Orange County are taking off soon, book yours now!" email just to rub it in my face. Such a hoot!