Ah, do you smell what's in the air? Smells like tax season. Don't you love paying taxes? I know I do. Especially when you over pay them and the government has to give you a refund. Now that Stefanie is a grown ass adult not living with mommy and daddy, she went and did the American thing paid somebody else to do her taxes for her. (Numbers confuse me.) Of course, the money grubbing whore at Jackson Hewitt charge $120 to do this, but it really doesn't matter when you find out that your refund (federal and state taxes combined) is going to be $2200! OH MY GOD. I think last year my refund was like, $500 or $600. KA CHING! I'm so stoked, y'all don't even know. Too bad the whole thing is going to paying off my credit card and school.
In other wonderful news, I'm sure you've heard of the hilarious
Christian Bale Freak Out. If you live under a rock and haven't, come aboard and here's a handy
transcript of the episode and you kiddies can play at home with the
Christian Bale Accent Generator. What a douche. Yet, I would still bang him five ways from Sunday. We would do it to the sounds of his Freak Out REMIX!
Click to view
I love it.
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Rent: Filmed Live on Broadway was finally released of DVD yesterday. Annie and I bought that shit up so fast. I love it so much. I watched the special features on it as well and I think a little part of me died inside when it showed them doing "re-shoots" in an empty theater for close ups. Its like someone just told me Santa isn't real. BOO!