Being self-employed is not good when it comes time to pay taxes. Yesterday I finally got my 2003 taxes done (an extension was filed by my tax man for ‘whatever’ reasons), and, man, I got butchered. I think I’m paying for Reagan’s funeral by myself, or the Iraq war… well, it’s not that high, but still… being self-employed, single, and living at home – there isn’t enough deductions in the world to save me.

The only real recommendation the tax guy could give me was to buy a house or put money into my retirement. I will get a place of residence fairly soon now that my head is on straight and I know exactly what is going on. I had an opportunity to get something with a friend but the timing among other things didn’t help at all. Ah well, it’s all *supposed* to work out for the best, right?

I guess I should have bought a house two years ago and that would have helped tremendously, but I didn’t due to being with AJ at the time and not knowing where I was going to be. In retrospect, of course, I should have bought something and should not have assumed things would work out in the end. After all, the first three letters of “assumed” is what I was for believing things would work out.

Bottom line: always do what you want and do not ever trust girls – otherwise, you could get burned on your taxes ;-)