My hormones are on the fritz.
I’m losing it.
Thank God my CPA takes care of the
What a yuppie, what a joke
To have a complex about not having any good complexes.
I am a paradox of neuroses.
No. I’m a woman.
I wish taxes could occupy my mind.
Spend the weekend preparing my return.
Certainly not the Tax Man.
But he gave us three more days.
And for that, I’m grateful.