Apr
14
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If you haven’t read this yet, do it now!

If it were later than 12:16 p.m. and if I had eaten anything yet today, I would take a double shot of whiskey right now. I might do it anyway because any negative repercussions from that would have to be better than feeling every ounce of pain I’m enduring today.

I am doing my taxes.

And you know what, right this second, I’m NOT proud to be an American. I’m not even proud to be a human being today. I am certainly not enjoying the fact that I share air and a planet with whatever assholes invented and maintain the IRS.

It makes me want to blow shit up. Not people, that would be taking it too far, but definitely shit. Like watermelons and outhouses and maybe even a taco truck.

And it only gets better from there.

Is it possible to have a chick crush in the same way dudes have man crushes? Cause I totally heart Rachl Lukis.

3 Responses to “I Heart Rachel Lucas”

  1. Raising Farrahzona » Not That I Want To Pile On… Says:

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  2. elaine Says:

    what exactly is tax freedom day? Cause after this year, I SO want a piece of that!

  3. Terry Says:

    Having read that, I am now more bitter. Where’s my gun and my God?

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