I do have to say that I have just added in $$$ I made from a theatre job, wrote on a little piece of paper that I earned $200, and sent it in. No one ever said anything Of course, that was when I made about 10,000 a year....
'The Girl in Question'
Natter 53: We could just avoid making tortured puns
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Must go home and write notes quizzes for tomorrow. I'm having trouble getting up the motivation to leave school, though.
Oh, and can I just say, the San Francisco Unified School District? Still not impressing me with its organizational and getting-things-done skills.
Today is never going to end. It's going to keep going and going and going until I choke it to death.
Ack! I'd forgotten about the photos they took the second day of school. I am crazy with the unphotogenicity! Yeeeuck!
If I fall asleep sitting at my desk, that might be a good use of the fifteen minutes remaining before I can leave.
The IRS is, ultimately, not all that picky about how you report income, as long as you *do* report it. You can, theoretically, report your income as "proceeds from an illegal enterprise." If you pay taxes on it, it'll keep you from going the way of Al Capone. You'll have to pay self-employment tax on it, though, so you're really screwed. Also, eventually the IRS will figure this out and it will be audit time again.
Frank Pembleton had a stroke.(I'd actually have loved to see Braugher play impaired for that whole year, like he wanted to) If he's not a detective, my cosmology's gone all wonky now.(Although there's something to be said for the Chandler shout-out implicit in blunt-force trauma...which I almost wrote as "blunt force drama"...if I blogged about SVU, I'd have a title now.)
I took today off to wait around New!House for the city inspector to make sure our new gas meter is not going to, you know, explode or something. I spent three hours pulling up 40-year-old vinyl flooring, which was covered in sticky glue from the 30-year-old vinyl flooring that we pulled up last week. Yuck. In the bright side, tonight we get to go to a screening of Stacy Peralta's [link] new film. A friend of ours is working on it and it is in final edit stage and she has very good things to say about it.
which I almost wrote as "blunt force drama"...if I blogged about SVU, I'd have a title now.
It's almost enough to make me insist you start blogging about SVU, but that's a harsh and cruel demand to place on anyone. Still, you really have to find some excuse to use that phrase somewhere.
Oh, I don't know, if I really hate it, I can cry, draw my lips in a few hundred times and dye my hair and make people start mistaking me for Mariska Hargitay.