the thing is, the man is friends with the taxman. you remember the taxman, don't you, tim?

i got my w-2 form today, finally.

having been royally fucked by the taxman last year (hello, eight hundred dollars owed), i was a little trepidacious to open it; i was not emotionally prepared to face the prospect of again needing to suck it up and pull that kind of money out of my ass (new york being, as i'm constantly reminding my father, not the kind of town where a girl on my salary can actually squirrel money away)....

thus, i'm sure you can imagine the delighted cackle when i found out that i would not only not be in debt to the federal government, but that i was owed 400 dollars. 400 dollars! that's a new ipod or a downpayment on a new computer!

though i do owe money to the state and city of new york. twenty six whole dollars, those vultures.