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I remember a song by Primus years ago saying how he had discovered hell, and it was called DMV.

Well, I love Les Claypool, he was wrong. Hell is the IRS.

I've been audited by the New York State Department of Taxation and Finance for my 1998 taxes. I file Head of Household, claiming my parents as dependents, as I support them. Well, long story short, my 1998 taxes are all fucked. And I've been on the phone with the IRS since 11 AM. Its now 1 PM. With no light at the end of the tunnel.

I'm gonna need to find my Advil soon. Oy.


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Jan. 11th, 2002 10:23 am (UTC)
That sucks BIG TIME.

Good luck.
Jan. 11th, 2002 10:59 am (UTC)

My sympathies.
Jan. 11th, 2002 11:43 am (UTC)
I liked that Song, now I'm going to have to break out my copy of Pork Soda.
As for taxes, I know they're going to ream my arse this year at least in the states because I didn't file last year in Maryland and Virginia (have to do part time in both states.
*hugs and sympathies to you.*
Jan. 11th, 2002 01:15 pm (UTC)
Coyote says...
...in a word, eek! My sympathies :(
Jan. 11th, 2002 01:49 pm (UTC)
The IRS = a bigger brat than me, even.


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