Lindsey Kuper (lindseykuper) wrote,
Lindsey Kuper
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Dependency

So I just went through and sorted a huge pile of papers in preparation to do my taxes. My mom is an accountant. That means that I've, um, never really done this before. She's always done everything for me, including writing the date on the forms for me -- all I've ever had to do is sign my name. So I don't really know what I'm doing, and I was terrified that I wouldn't have all the W-2s I needed (school job, summer job, big-kid job, ...). Thankfully, they were all there, and I also found the other stuff I needed: student loan interest statement; amusingly unprofitable mutual fund tax statement; all the forms I snagged from the library a while ago during a fit of motivation; and my last year's tax return, helpfully paper-clipped to a long "don't forget to do this, this and this" note, courtesy of my mom. So it's all good. *relieved*

More importantly, though, I found the following treasures:

  • The long-lost set list for disc 1 of a 2002 Zwan bootleg I have.
  • A two-page "graduate follow-up questionnaire" that my high school sent. I have plans for this, yes I do. The whole thing is in 14-point Comic Sans. I'm going to fill out nothing, but just send it back to them in the enclosed self-addressed stamped envelope with this.
  • A refund check for $35 from, like, four months ago, when I overpaid my health insurance premium. I knew this was coming at some point, but I must have missed it and just thrown it into the the pile when it did. SCORE.
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