Again? Already? What the ever loving FUCK PEOPLE. TAXES AGAIN.

This is the progression of my face as I start going over tax shit:

This year I've decided to do it myself, accountant free.* I had major issues post big return last year, despite hiring Mr. Helpful FancyPants The Recommended Accountant. He got my name wrong on a form. MY NAME. And then the IRS was like, we notice you didn't pay your bill there, and I was like, WUT.

BECAUSE THEY ALREADY HAD ALL MY MONIES. ALL MY DELICIOUS MONIES.

Do you know why he messed up? Because I don't share The Monarch's last name. Even though everything everywhere was all, Dr Mrs The Monarch this is her name it's Dr Mrs The Monarch and then, here is her spouse, The Monarch Lopez.

It was too much, apparently. This year, I trust no one.

Besides that, he didn't even find any special deductions or special stuff outside what Turbo Tax Biz would find.

Just thinking about this gives me the sads. Taxes are hard.

* I am a sole proprietor/self-employed, you can tell because I'm freaking out about taxes on January 8th.