New Pussy Won't Do Your Taxes

Fuuuuck. My taxes are finally done and in the mail. And not only am I finally dissolving my corporation like I've been threatening to do for years, but I got out of the creepy and inappropriate hug that my tax guy likes to give me each year because I went in sick. Hell yeah, it's a good week. Despite the fact that I owe this year. I had no idea I didn't have 9 dependents. You would think that Peyote, my lazy ma'fuckin turtle, should count for at least 2 with how much angst he directs at me.

God, being at work is so damn boring. I'd rather be in Bora Bora.