The Blogtastic Blogfest That Is Getmeoutofthis.net!

I am still exhausted. My work schedule is just bleh! Today I was teaching on like 3 hours of sleep, and then I took a long nap, and waking up from that nap, I felt so terrible, so fucking terrible, oh my gods. I’m mostly back now, still a little off, but I’ve got to go to work and then wake up early again, so I’m not looking forward to it. Yay for work and then more work and then more work! Ugh, I need to quit Kohl’s.

We’ve watched a ton of Adventure Time and I have learned to love the Lumpy Space Princess. She’s clearly the best character. I also find that I can do pretty well a perfect impression of her, which I have been doing pretty well constantly since. I have used this to ultimate romantic advantage.
I was smoochin’ with CJ, as I often do, and I get this idea in my head, but I’m like, “I don’t want to ruin the moment.” After the smooching, I point out that I had the perfect idea to ruin the mood, and he’s like “What was it?” so I pull him in for more making out to show him. We kiss for awhile, and then I break, and whisper in my best Lumpy Space Princess impression “I knew you liked me.” We then fell over laughing for like 5 minutes. I am an idiot. Also the queen of seduction. I can give lessons, if you want.

I think the IRS is making fun of me, and I’m really mad about it, even though it’s kind of a stupid thing to be mad about.
Basically, I got my tax return a few days ago, and it was addressed to my old name. I got really pissy. It’s not like I filed under my own name! It’s been a goddamn year since I got it changed, and all my paperwork was under Alexis. They obviously read the form to get the number they had to send me on the check, as well as my new address, which has changed since then. Yet, here we are. I deposited the check, fumed for awhile, and then moved on with my life.
Then today, the IRS sends me a check for a fucking DOLLAR to my old name. They are just trying to make me mad. Who can I punch to remedy this?

I’m going back to be… oh wait, I have to go to work. Yay. Later, blog. Sorry this is a bit short.