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Monday, December 19, 2011
This year, an equally close family friend who practically raised me passed away, and when I ask to attend his memorial service, you say "It's too busy to let you have a half day off. And anyway, didn't a bunch of people already die last year? You probably don't have anybody left."
People die, sometimes lots of people we're acquainted with. I don't schedule their untimely demises, and if I did, the busiest time of the year at work when I pick up everyone else's slack wouldn't be the time I chose either.
And actually, fucktard, I don't have anyone left, so thanks for being an insensitive prick. And now, I don't even get to pay my respects to the last person I had left whom I considered "family". —Can't Wait 'Til My Degree Qualifies Me For a Better Job
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