Fuck the IRS

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Fuck the IRS Current mood: aggravated Ah, the Internal Revenue Sluts. Self employment tax, charging a portion before deductions come into play. And for what? So I can send more innocent people my age to Iraq? So I can drive on the same potholed streets that never seen to be fixed? Maybe it's so I can fund a drug war that is immoral and consistently draws attention, money and time from federal agents away from terrorism and other generally important things. Meanwhile, Bush has a plan, Congress bows to the Man, and we watch as the money gets pulled from our hands.

Welcome Friends, Robots, Countrymen

Friday, March 10, 2006

Welcome Friends, Robots, Countrymen Current mood: chipper So here I am. Unfiltered, untouched, unfuckwithable! Thinking about all those young impressionable catholic high school girls I teach to run finding my myspace profile and being shocked that I not only smoke pot, but also swing!? Jesus. That's not a conversation I want to have with parents or school administration. It made me cut out all the things that helped make me me, until my other myspace profile was but a hollow shell of the man known as Currier. So come here instead. The other one will exist, but in a form mostly there for business and other non-fun things. So kick back, relax, light up that massive spliff and don't forget who you're fucking dealing with here! p.s. party at cella's place tonight in the city.