Mmmm TAXES. Wanted to share a couple things for folks that read this:
First off, I can’t recommend using TurboTax’s online filing. They got all the numbers right but they charge a lot more for filing your state taxes compared to others ($27.95 compared to H&R’s $9.95 for example) and they wanted to e-file my Fed return despite the fact that I know I’m not eligible for it–I would have had to file it again after the Fed rejected it. And they tend to oppose tax reform that might cut into their profits.
Second, I’m more than happy to sit down with any of you and help you file your taxes if you aren’t sure what you’re doing. I’m far from a tax expert but I can probably prevent most mistakes. Feeding me during the process makes for more than adequate compensation if you’re one of those people that don’t like asking for favors.
Lastly, tax credits are awesome. I had about $250 withheld from my paychecks for all of 2009 and my refund is still over $1900. This home ownership thing is working out pretty well.
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Can’t get this song out of my head.
Such large brown eyes, but do they tell truth or lies? Do they test, jest, or truly confess?
When a person tells you a story you’re left to decide between two truths: what you’ve been told, and what your gut tells you. I’m a coward, and rather than choose between two truths I will find a compromise between them. I will find a point and say my piece in such a way that compromises neither my ethics nor questions the veracity of what I was told. But I will not forget my suspicions unless they are laid to rest.
I am not a “Knight in Shining Armor”. I will not try and save you from yourself…unless you ask me to. I will give you every opportunity to make the decision you feel is right, but I will not stop you from making the decision I feel is wrong. I regret this at times, but I feel it is the only way I can come to terms with the independent existence of those around me. I will support others in their decisions, but they must make that choice and accept the consequences it shall bear.
At least, I try to. I am only as human as those that sit across me.
Sometimes when I talk with people I won’t answer any questions about myself. I just deflect things like “How’s it going” or “What’cha thinking?” It frustrates me to do it, probably at least as much as it frustrates those who ask. Sometimes it’s because I’m undecided, sometimes it’s because I don’t know. Sometimes it’s because I just don’t really understand the question. I’m still breathing, thinking and ambulatory so obviously I’m doing pretty swell. What more is there to know? What more is there to honestly give a damn about?
Some days I think I’m turning into Holden Caulfield. The prospect doesn’t phase me in the least.
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I find myself to be a different person at 3am than I am at 3pm. This bothers am and doesn’t bother pm, but each are the better person for it. “I’m not really an asshole, I just play one on TV.”
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