The Last Day

Before I say anything on the rancid business of the day, I just want to urge each and every one of you reading this to download and listen to the Subsoul Live Mix by Colorbox, it is absolutely incredible... I guess, being as I am a responsible blogger who is liable to be held to account for his musical recommendations by a lazy readership who would struggle to locate a wheel of cheese unless it was presented to them via a link on their facebook wall, I will leave a download link at the bottom of this post.

Ok so today is my last day in Adelaide. Last day before I jump off and pray to sweet Jesus that my mate Devon was right when he said “you just have to remember that hitchhiking is just like life, it always works out in the end.” I'm not doing any hitchhiking this time around, but I really hope he was right about the life part for starters. I should really be focusing on my imminent departure at a time like this, as it looms over these next 24 hours like a giant medium-rare steak – delicious yet extremely daunting in size and texture. I can't though, I can't for the fucking life of me because all I can manage to centre my fiery vision on right now is the Australian government's god-forsaken E-Tax tax return program. I hate it, and I will hate it until the day that I die.

From the slow loading times of this STAND-ALONE PROGRAM (seriously?) to the pages upon pages of useless information and fields destined to be left blank by everyone except Gina Rinehart's neglected trust fund bitches, there is seriously not a single thing that I like about doing tax returns with this program. After filling the whole thing out (read: pressing 'next' two-billion times over blank fields) and slowly castrating myself over the fact that I couldn't use the auto-fill option as I had misplaced my previous year's returns, I finally completed the form. Then the final steel-toe to the battlefield between my legs – “returns may be printed and sent to the ATO for payment within the next 8 weeks”.

Sorry, I think I just had an aneurysm.

So in the end, I have decided to pay H&R block a one-hundred-and-something dollar fee to do my returns for me with the guarantee that I'll have them back in my hot little hands within the week – at this point I care about nothing except stumbling out of this foggy wasteland of accountancy with my limbs in tact and maybe enough money for a bus ticket. If only I had kept my tax returns from last year... and if only I could devise some time-capsule system that would ensure that this demoralizing state of affairs is not repeated next year, but I can't. Suck up that pride Tugzy, pay the man his money. The house always wins.

Peace, Taco.


Subsoul Mix by Colorbox http://soundcloud.com/subsouluk/sub-soul-live-001