1:40 pm

Okay, I am in the tax person's office, and we are talking about my grandparents, and how they are old, and how they need a person to take care of them.

The tax person has been to China a lot, I want to ask him about it, but the meeting has already begun, and they are talking about MY taxes.



WOW!!! It just started raining out of a semi-blue sky.



I think the tax guy is getting nervous about me writing stuff down. Well, one of my many carrier dreams is that I kind of want to be a F.B.I. spy or something like that.


~This post was copyed from a piece a paper that I wrote the original on. The time that I wrote is the title.~