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I was having a good day today, was even going to talk about work and how we busted a cheating ring today in all its hilarious glory, but my parents had to go ruin it.

What, now that things are working out in work, my parents have to ruin things? What do they want from me? To be like Sis, a carbon copy of their beliefs, to follow them and Fox News blindly? Because that's not me and I can't keep pretending that it is. There are cracks and cracks and then it collapses and the edges hurt.