i am so not ready to begin doing my taxes. or, you know, any government paperwork.

[vanitashaze]

1. Good news: I won a writing contest.

Bad news: I have to fill out a W-9 form to collect the prize money.

Can you say "confusing"? Because I can, and I bet whoever created this damn thing can too. It's sitting in my inbox, now, but I swear I must have been just sitting there staring at it for an hour, capped pen in hand, too terrified to write anything less I screw it up, which I will. In fact, I'm not going to touch it at all. I'll make my mum fill it out.

2. I have purple hair! Or at least, streaks. Vaguely purplish ones. Actually, they're really more of a burgundy color, and not very noticeable unless I'm in the right light and have parted my hair to the left, but hell. I like them anyway. Whoever invented Special Effects: Atomic Pink should be given a medal, just as whoever invented Special Effects: Burgundy Wine should be shot. The former lasts forever; the latter lasts for about a day. If you're lucky.

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[tju-tju-tju-tju.livejournal.com]

It's like, for taxes and stuff. Or something. It's probably best if your mom fills it out anyway if you're still a minor; she probably claims you as a dependent.

[vanitashaze.livejournal.com]

I must say, that is a highly appropriate icon for this situation.

Oh, well, that's a relief then.