Filing taxes is a bitch.
You look at the calendar…it’s March-ish…when exactly are taxes due?
You Google it. It’s April 15. That’s like, a thousand years away, right?
A thousand years pass. It’s now like, the day before taxes are due.
You immediately call your parents: MOOOMMM!
But they can’t help you because THEY ARE MERE MORTALS and this is THE IRS DAMNIT!
Back to square one.
You try to file them yourself, but are confused by all the numbers and boxes.
You Google “how to file my taxes,” but that only opens an additional black hole of terror and confusion.
So what now? Call an accountant? H&R Block? WHO IS IN CHARGE HERE?! WHO IS TELLING YOU WHAT TO DO?!
You end up taking a messy collection of W-2s and crumpled receipts to someone your mom referred you to as “her tax guy.”
The tax guy performs actual magic and before you know it, he’s done.
HOW DID HE DO THAT?!
Now the moment of truth: you either get a refund, or owe more money…
The tax guy says you owe several hundred dollars to the IRS and it’s due NOW!
But it’s okay, because if you can’t pay now you can pay it back every month. But it will cost EVEN MORE MONEY AND THEY ARE ALSO TAKING MONEY OUT OF YOUR PAYCHECKS FOR REGULAR TAXES!
ALL YOUR MONEY GOES TO TAXES!
OR, the tax guy says you’re getting a refund!
And then suddenly all the pain was worth it. You’re the QUEEN OF TAXES.
TAX $EASON IS DOPE YO!