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This is for my absent father
Recently I saw that my absent father was creeping me on LinkedIn. Dude, I can totally see who was looking at my profile, why do you insist on stalking me?
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I Am Not the Favorite Child
I poured myself a cup of coffee this morning, after being woken up by my mother, I needed caffeine support to keep me upright. After the first cup, I set my mug on the counter, with the expectations that the mug would be conveniently located in closest proximity to the supplies.
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Hitting the Unlike Button
Parking at my complex has always given me grief. Before the managers implemented the paid reserved parking, finding a spot, especially on weekends when everyone but me seems to have “extra” guests, was near impossible. I opted for the paid spot because I have enough uncertainty in my life, whether or not there’s going to be a spot near my building is the last thing I want to think about when I have groceries and two flights of stairs to climb.
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How to Cope Through Post-Divorce Interactions With the Ex: When We Pretend That They’re Dead…
My immediate reaction after the divorce was to change my Facebook status to “Widowed” because changing it to “divorced” just wasn’t final enough for me.
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You’re In My Spot…
I must be more like Sheldon because I get real pissed off when people sit in my spot. For some reason, seating has been more of an issue in classrooms for the social sciences than the classrooms where I had my science classes.
