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Is it payday yet? I'm so po.

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It's hot as balls in this office. I think the heat is still on.

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I hate my work computer. It's slow. The monitor and video card both stink; I can't go above 800x600 without it killing my eyes. And the computer just started making this high-pitched noise that is going to drive me insane. The only good thing about it is that it doesn't crash, and all the other computers in our department do. I sort of want to try to fry the bastard, but I'm afraid I'd end up with something even worse. My work computers are always pathetic.

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I still can't believe I have to send $20 to the Mississippi Tax Commission. It's not a lot of money, but I feel like I got charged an exit fee or something. Bastards. Their mama don't wear no drawers.

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Just mailed my frackin' MS tax return. The little branch post offices around here are all closed, so I had to go to the main New Haven post office, which on this little curvy two-lane road down near the water, right at an I-95 ramp. Not exactly easily accessible. Especially when there are two hundred and fifty thousand fucking people all trying to mail their tax returns. It was a major freak zone. Traffic was backed up everywhere. People stood around wearing sandwich boards reading, "TAXATION IS THEFT." Green Party representatives handed out tracts. Some radio station even had a truck there; I guess they were broadcasting live from the scene. I looked around and thought, "This is buttfucked." I felt the need to inform people of this fact, so as I was driving away, I screamed at everyone, "THIS IS BUTTFUCKED."

Of course, what's really buttfucked is the fact that I waited until the last minute to do my stupid little Mississippi tax return.

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The dude next door has his TV off tonight for a change. But he's making growling noises. I've heard him do this before. It scares the ever-lovin' dog shit out of me.