Since the evil efile-ing morons from Aldeberon VI sucked out my brain, I am now deceased. Yes I spend all my daylight hours avoiding garlic and sunshine in my plushie fyarl booties and matching green leopard print lounging wear while absorbed in the pages of Martha Stewart's Undead Living, or waiting for Alton Brown to tell me why my blood mayonaisse keeps collapsing.
My poor roomate is also convinced that I am a vampire, being as she hasnt seen me in the light of day for almost two weeks.
What is this nonsense Im spouting? Well, I decided, you see, to file my taxes online, and since Im paying student loans, and have basically no income, I felt hell, I could prollly do this whole shebang for free. I, like a good spawn the beaurocrazy, go to the IRS webpage and see what options I have, and after a couple of clicks and buttons pushed, I find myself answering some questions to see if I qualify for a free efile, you know the standard... "were you injured? are you married? are you blind? are you deceased?" and I happily was pushing the no buttons, until woooops the page refreshed, and hrmph it seems I just died, and now I have to fill out more information, because I cant very well be filling out my taxes if I am also dead, so I just must be someone else filling out my taxes.
And I say wait a min! Im not dead! And then I think... heeey, was I filling out my taxes? I hate taxes, there is just something about them, that makes perfectly intellegent people, with high IQ's, and decent problem solving skills, devolve, (err deevolve?) like that episode of ST:TNG were warIv tuns into a big cockroach, Dianna into a guppy and Spot's an iguanna, and Data uses Nurse Ogawa's uterine fluid to innoculate the crew. Yeah, eww.
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