I love the IRS?

I did my taxes the day before they were due, per usual, and got so much money back I'm afraid I did them wrong.  However, having averted jail by gettin' 'em done, I've already begun a slew of necessary but previously avoided purchases.  I intended to buy new underwear, but after half an hour of digging through lace, polka-dots, and granny panties I think I'll stick with my ratty old circa 1994 collection for the time being.  At least they're all very soft.  I did spring for $40 little blue sneakers to replace my chucks that are quickly becoming see-through, and also bought a shiny blue bike.  It is the right size for me (which is a relief after riding one meant for a 6 footer for two weeks) but it is pretty slow and heavy which I'm finding a little exhausting.  The gear shifter is broken, but it looks easily fixable by just tightening the connecting wire, so I'm going to give that a shot.  If that doesn't remedy the situation maybe I'll just end up with killer thighs, "Triplets of Belleville" style.  In all honesty I'm starting to think I should toss out my tight-fisted midwestern ways and use my hard earned tax return to buy myself a decent bike, not just a cheap lugger that'll get me from A to B.

Shuffle off to Buffalo

Generally I hate itunes shuffle (I can't handle the schizophrenic nature of my library) but on those rare occasions that a song of pure genius that you had no idea you even had comes on, I forgive all past transgressions.  Jamiroquai.  Canned Heat.  I just might still remember the choreography from the finale of Center Stage.  I may have to invest in a red tutu.