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the one with your stupid f***ing wedding
If you're hearing strains of Carly Simon right about now, you are welcome to go ahead and assure yourself that I'm not talking about you, specifically, if that's what you need, because really I'm talking about everyone and no one at the same time. I'm talking about...
the one with the rape joke
[above: Graduation 2005 - celebrating those of us who knew how to follow the rules] Choosing to lead a rather isolated life, where I not only work from home but also have a spouse who travels extensively, leaves me with a lot that goes unsaid. Add to that the fact...