i thank my lucky stars every day that i found a husband who will talk with me about feminism and cis privilege and all of that business and like, be thoughtful and progressive and intelligent and the fucking shit
Same. Well not my husband but yeah.
shine theory shine theory shine theory
panic attack on my ride home tonight. that was fun.
prepped my return a million different ways and no matter how i sliced it, i owe uncle sam about $1,000.
i blame this entirely on my previous employer who fucked up my withholdings (i’m pretty sure) and i know i got the money and whatnot so i’ll pay it but it’s just another reason i’m glad i’m gooooooooooone.
ugh i’m mostly disappointed because this was the first year in, like, ever, that i didn’t also have a serving job, so i thought i might actually get money for the first time in my life. also, i spent almost that much on flights in the last week so ouch.