travel
Dear fellow sunday-after-thanskgiving-travelers: fuck you and all your crap. i hate you and I don't want to stand in line with you. You don't know what you're doing, and it's my fault I'm stuck here, not yours. i made plans months ago to avoid this, and they were foiled. fuck you all. I just want to be in my own bed.
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ps: I made it home safely, and am less cranky now, but here's the ultimate topper to Thanksgiving travel: After landing safely at SFO, the kid in front of us pukes all over herself. Poor kid. :(
