Every holiday season, I swear up and down that I will not be going home the next holiday season. And then I somehow con myself into thinking that I need to go home for the holidays.
Please, I’m begging you, if you’re any friend to me, do not let me do this again next year. Sabotage me in any way possible. Tie me up if you have to. Please, please, please do not let me go home for the holidays ever again, no matter what I say.
I didn’t think it was possible for this trip to be even worse than I’d imagined, but it is, and how!
Kill me now.
PS - Does anyone know where you can buy heroin around here? Leave it in the comments.
