If we are having an argument via text at night, and I send three messages that you don’t respond to, odds are I am going to assume that you are done communicating with me for the time being.
So, if you send me a message in the early afternoon of the next day, it really shouldn’t be some sort of guilt trip as to why I didn’t send you a “good morning” message. It doesn’t matter if you stopped responding because you fell asleep or because you didn’t want to talk any more. All I know is that you have three messages from me, and if I send any more, it starts to enter “harassment” territory. No, if I “really cared,” I wouldn’t keep sending you messages, regardless of whether you acknowledged them or not.
That’s the thought process of a stalker.
You’re a damn adult, and this kind of guilt trip / passive-aggressive shit needs to be left back in junior high school, where it belongs.
Remember how, when we first started dating, you said you were low maintenance?
I pit the fucking goddamned IRS! After doing my taxes last January, I owed $600 in federal taxes. I immediately set up a payment plan with the IRS and sent them a $100 check. In March (over 45 days later), I received paperwork from them saying that a monthly withdrawal from my checking account will begin in 30 to 60 days. No withdrawal in April. No withdrawal in May. Now it’s June. Just as I am gathering my nerve to call them – an activity I abhor – I receive a letter saying that I now owe $540 (some of which is “failure to pay” charges). You shitheads! I’m trying to pay you but you’ve got your collective heads so far up your collective asses that you can’t figure out how to take it from my checking account. Fools.
Today, I call the fuckers and, after going through all this nonsense with an automated voice to set up a “personal pin,” which I don’t want, the prissy little voice says that call volume is so heavy they can’t assist me at this time and to call back later. Goddamn lazy bloodsucking leeches.
Not their fault.** Blame Congress.** :mad: The GOP hates the IRS as rich people get audited. They have cut the IRS budget over & over, so much so that the IRS cant even answer the damn phones.
Great theory. Now, since we need some form of agency to collect taxes, let’s immediate re-create it. :smack:
No, you stupid fucks, we’re not going to PRIVATIZE tax collections. No one needs to make a profit on this operation, let alone open it up for systematic abuse in the name of profit.
Don’t bother. You’ll still have to file in the USA. All American citizens have to file their fecking taxes in the USA no matter where they live. You do get an automatic extension until June 15th though. Big whoop. :mad:
Yeah, has anyone gotten calls from a Bill collector to whom they don’t owe money? Now, imagine they are collecting for the IRS, and can take the money from your bank account, seize your house, assets, etc. :eek::mad:
Just what we need, some “paid by the dollar collected” refugee from a telemarketing phone center getting the power to take what they want, and call you anytime, anywhere.
Hey, Missy2U, great rant! I hope the library can figure out who checked the book out last and fine them. After all, they have fingerprints. “Chocolate” fingerprints.
That part is much easier though: given that Uncle Sam collects taxes not only on money earned within his territory but also elsewhere, the easiest method for most people is to pay the US and present proof of having paid the US to any other interested parties.
The Mystery of the Missing Spoons has been solved. Next up? The Spare Teenager gets to solve the Mystery of What’s Living in the Crisper Drawers when she gets home from camp!
Speaking of taxes, people in my hometown are shocked – just shocked, I tell you! – that the sheriff’s department showed up last month to shut down a local restaurant that owed a substantial amount of money (tens of thousands of dollars) to the state department of revenue. The restaurant’s Facebook fans were very quick to attack the IRS.
Well we put our house in the market and have a full price offer within a week , yay. Now we have a month to find something in Houston and get all of that crap sorted out , plus a move across the country plus Houston summer, plus very very stressed wife is leading to , well stress.
My pre Texas acclimating technique of drinking straight Titos vodka on the rocks is keeping me sane, for now .
My younger sister is acting out AGAIN. After getting arrested for a DUI, which was my older sister and my fault, she commenced of gettin stinking drunk three weeks later and missing her older son HS graduation. This time she lashed out at our 80 yo mother saying it was Mom’s fault for being a bad mother when she was going up. My sister is fifty three fucking years old. It’s done, it’s history. Jeez. Our mom doesn’t need this!
Try Dripping Springs vodka, if you need a change. It’s also made in TX, so it counts as acclimating, and they don’t have the marketing power of Tito’s so you get a little hipster snob cred (if you’re into that kind of thing).
Well more would be nice, but we got what we asked/needed so no point regretting what could have been. Still time for some others to offer more I suppose, but then the offer we received was a clean , “lets get it done asap” offer, so lack of hassle will be nice.
Fuck Fuck Fuckity Fuck. How the fuck is today only Tuesday?
I’m sitting at my computer last night and start working out what I was going to do Saturday, thinking in my head that it was Thursday for some dumbass reason. Then this morning I’m on the elevator with someone and they thought today was Wednesday, and for a second, so did I.
