CONFIDENTIAL TO THE STATE OF CONNECTICUT: Bite me.

(I am just a teeny, tiny bit bitter, having just filed my taxes. Connecticut is especially hated because 1) I don’t even freakin’ live there anymore, and 2) even though I owed them less money than anyone else, their forms were significantly more confusing. Given that Barbie could teach me math and the one thing that can send me into a frothing, Skeletor-like, mortal-sin-level rage faster than technology problems is bureaucracy, I really, truly, wildly, deeply hate complex tax forms. Did I mention I’m self-employed and reported income from something like seven or eight sources? Grrrrr.)