Time to Move On

So long, good-bye, to you my friiiiieeend. Farewell good day, until we meet again.

Well for those of you still checking this site is now defunct. Blame it on my insane work sched. or perhaps my wedding planning but I must call it quits on this site.

For those of you DIE HARD fans (Hi mom) you can now find me here which i find more fitting for my present situation. Tee hee. Hope to see ya'll there.

xoxo,
GT

Apparently, I'm Perfect

Alternate title to this post: Like Duh or There Are Signs Everywhere

So while I was posting my previous rant on being emo the horoscope came on Univision (I credit my Spanish being so good since I watch countless hours of TV in Spanish and usually watch movies in the Spanish track if available).

According to Hispanic fortune teller Walter Mercado Leos are "perfectly created creatures of God." Amen, Walter, amen. I feel so much better already. I am perfect (and so not self-absorbed).

Apparently, I’m Poor

I work from home on Fridays which means especial perks like getting to pick up the post when it arrives and day time food network programs in the background as I slave away on my pretty little laptop. So as Paula’s Home Cooking blares in the background I go an pick up the post and to my surprise I have a letter from my employer stating that “based on my earnings” I am eligible for EITC. What is EITC you ask? Well students, it is a “refundable federal tax income credit for low-income working individuals and families.” Huh?

While I am not bringing down the serious paychecks, thankfully I have a fiancé for that, I have never really considered myself “low-income” by any means. I mean, I think I make a decent living that affords me luxuries like yearly membership in the SF Opera’s Young Donors Club (this my one attempt at being classy), a multitude of designer shoes (granted half of those are purchased by non-EITC qualified Xtian), and the ability to click the higher income boxes that surveys usually include when they are trying to figure out who is visiting their sites. So what gives?

I, never being one to deny any kind of free money…especially when it come to the government, checked it out immediately to see what my US funded payload would be like. It turns out I am not as poor as my employer thinks I am. Well okay, correction, I am poor because of my own poor financial choices not because I don’t make some kind of decent money (well I don’t make money in my profession really but that is an ENTIRELY different subject).

So guys, remember if you get this letter don’t let it get you down about your dismal paychecks, you are not as poor as your job makes you feel. And while we may be poor in our bank accounts people we are rich in our closets and isn’t that what really matters in the end?