so last night, i got two letters from the IRS; one was thick, and one was thin. i immediately felt my heart sink. i didn't even bother to go home, as i tore into the thick envelope in my car. basically, there's good news and horrible news. the good news is that my amendment was accepted, and i'll be getting back $4,700 of overpaid taxes from this year. and HORRIBLE news is that they did an audit of my 2005 taxes and found that i owe over $5,000. WHAT THE FUCK. :( :( :( so basically karma came back and put a boot up my sphincter. sigh.
just two more weeks, and _american idol_ is over. i can't wait. this season has been really un-compelling, and i am more than ready to wash my hands of it. yuck. i am looking forward to having tuesday and wednesday nights free, although i'm not sure what i'm going to do with that time.
my bladder has been really random lately. yesterday, i must have peed like nine times. today? just once. weird, huh? i've been drinking the same amount of liquid (i'm very compulsive and have a set routine for my liquid intake), so i'm not sure what's going on.
i suggested popeye's for lunch today. i really like the gravy they use on their mashed potatoes. oh, and their spicy fried chicken skin is very good. but i think i'm done with that place. today was my second time ever going there, and it's enough. i'm not that much of a fan of fried chicken in general, and their country fried steak is only so-so. and it was a fast lunch, too; we left around 12:15, and got back before 1pm.
i saw some pictures of leeya last night in makeup. (she's getting married in a few weeks, and i guess she had a trial run in full makeup and hair.) i've known this for a long time now, but i'm not a fan of heavy makeup. a little bit of the stuff can go a long way (if necessary), but i'm much more of an advocate of the natural look. and that applies to hair as well. i guess i'm a simple guy when it comes to women's looks. (but then again, i do like well-shaped eyebrows.)
on the flip side, though, i historically seem to have a predilection for high-maintenance women. like, women that have a very good sense of style (read: expensive clothes) and girl that know how to dress. of course, that came with such unwanted traits as high expectations when it came to gifts (i had been told once that i gave crappy gifts) and other things (one ex casually mentioned that she would be "happy" with a 2-carat engagement ring, which almost caused me to crash the car due to shock). what can i say, you take the good with the bad, huh?
but you know, i think (i *think*) i've gotten past that now. maybe. my last big crush (k4) definitely had some (ok, a lot, *ahem* masa's?) of that high maintenance quality in her, but lately, i don't think i really care anymore. i just get confused sometimes when women or people feel like they're entitled to such grand things in life. where does that sense of entitlement come from? just because they're hot? i don't get it. i mean, i'm one of the lowest maintenance people you'll ever meet. all a girl has to do to make me happy is give me a kiss and a can of dr pepper.
speaking of dr pepper, i'm going to search the company for a can. i think they're out on the first and third floors. and then off for a smoke!