I'm Sure You'll Have Some Cosmic Rationale...

I...
Can't...
Even...
Think...
Straight...

I waited til the last minute, thinking I was all set and too cute; now it's tax time and Uncle Sam ain't even trying to hear it. And that pinche magazine sent me the WRONG 1099, goddammit!!! That money was NOT distribution from an annuity you fucking morons!!! UGH! I want to cry... I WANT MY 1099-MISC POST HASTE BITCHEZ!!!!!!!!

So, um, I need to take a blog break. If you'll excuse me, I need to call somebody in Miami and find out WHAT KIND OF MICKEY-MOUSE OPERATION THEY'RE RUNNING DOWN THERE!!!!!!!!

I'll be back tomorrow with more hilarity, wisdom and all of the answers to the mysteries of the universe...

*smooches...mad that my mom won't do my taxes anymore*
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I mean, she's a freakin' accountant; why can't she hook her baby up??? The only good news is that, as usual, my refund will be FAT; don't hate- I EARNED that freakin' money. Just ask my grey hairs!

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Title courtesy of Billy Joel, "Pressure"