The announcer (Grammys 2014) said, “And the AOTY goes to Raaaandom Access Memory by Daft Punk.” Which sounds a lot like Red. For about two seconds, I thought we had it. But we didn’t. And I ended up going home thinking a lot about everything. Thinking about where I was going, what I’d been doing, how I felt like I needed to change something. I went to bed and I woke up at 4 in the morning and I knew what the next album needed to be. I’m gonna completely switch gears. It needs to be called 1989. Everything about this new phase and this new chapter has to be different.

Being a swiftie is not just going to her concerts or listening to her music.

Being a swiftie is being by her side no matter what , supporting her when she’s killing it but also when she’s feeling down. Being a swiftie is relating to her music and learning lessons from these. It’s loving her like she’s your big sister. It’s sharing inside jokes with her. It’s being proud of where she is. It’s loving her personality.

Being a swiftie is not just being a fan, it’s being part of the most beautiful family. And I’m so happy to be part of it.

You don’t have to buy tones of merch, buy 99 copies of her albums or go to every concerts. What really matters is the love you have for her, because she loves us just as much.

Love you @taylorswift

Scumbag Aunt ripped off my Grandma for years, I put my nose in her business and had the IRS financially ruin her.

This is going to be long, so TL; DR; Aunt screwed over my Grandma for years, I put my nose in her business, got parents wise on the fraud and eventually reported her to the IRS. The long dick of the IRS bankrupted her and her husband and now they are destitute and too old to work. 

This happened about 5 years ago. My Grandma was getting old, late 80s/early 90s. She had one wish, to not die in a senior home. Easily done as my Grandpa sold some assets way back when, then invested the money and let it ride for 30+ years; he never touched it and collected a pension.

Way back when my Grandpa died, (about 10 years before this), my Grandma appointed my dad, this shitty aunt and my uncle as the Trustees of the trust. Basically the trusted advisors for her and her care for the foreseeable future. All was well in the beginning, then my dad (Willy) moved further away and couldn’t take care of the day to day upkeep as the Trustee and to see that my grandma was ok. My aunt (Rebecca) told her that she and my uncle (Fred, who lived in Arizona) could take over and all would be fine. It was fine for a while.

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