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I just checked my finances, and they ain't pretty. After paying utilities, my checking account balance is $6.66 (a ominous sign). Almost the entirety of this week's paycheck is going straight towards my Visa bill, and that'll still just barely bring the balance under $2000. I desperately need that IRS refund, y'all, but I can't file because I STILL don't have the goddamn W-9 (or whatever the fuck the form is called) from Kaplan yet. What the hell is taking them so long?!

Fuck, but I hate being poor. Anyone have any hints for lotto numbers?

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Has LJ been acting up for anyone else recently? I keep getting "Sorry, we're momentarily unavailable" messages that clear on a page-refresh, and LJ currently thinks that I don't have any friends groups defined. Stupid LJ.

TAR 6 Finale

Well, here we are at the season finale. We forgot the uninteresting Jewboys of New Joisey, we witnessed the extreme incompetence some best friends are capable of, we saw a father weep over the horrors of history then try to get drunk on weak (but tasty!) beer, we watched one of the most unintentionally funny couples wrestle at every opportunity, we endured the "comedy" (abusive) "stylings" (horrorshow) of the worst Race contestants ever (EVER!!), and we're left with 4 teams to go. Who will win? Who will lose? Who will trip and fall on his/her face right before the Amazing Bathmat? Stay tuned and find out!!

( Who will be eliminated... next? )

Well, that's it, ladies and gentlemen. We laughed, we cried, we screamed at the TV. Tune back in in 3 weeks when Season 7 begins!

Wait... Season 7? I like TAR, don't get me wrong, but this makes 3 "seasons" in less than a year. Overkill is possible. Anyhoo, I'll be here, and I hope that you will be too!

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Random thought based on something I said in trollprincess's journal:

What are the names and natures of the modern world's unspoken gods? I don't mean Yahweh or Allah or Gaia or Christ or any that belong to an established religion. I mean gods like Murphy, God of Misfortune and Malfunction, or Ralph of the Porcelain Altar, God of Drunken-ness and Ill Health.

I suspect that there's a diety of blood and oil, who considers car wrecks to be sacrifices. And there may be a diety of technology considering how many people act like their TVs or computers to be mildly sapient ("C'mon, baby, don't do this to me! Just work, damn you!").

So, how 'bout it? Gimme names & natures, people. The Gods demand recognition!