Going home tomorrow for a week.
This week is more than a chore, it causes crazy feelings of dread through every December.
All there strange men and women who make up my family and nephews and nieces who take an hour or so to figure out justwho I am.
And we all go through our little charades just perfectly and fights break out the day after before we all make our plans to flee.
This the last year. This time next year I intend to be living on a different fucking continent, getting a suntan.
This week is more than a chore, it causes crazy feelings of dread through every December.
All there strange men and women who make up my family and nephews and nieces who take an hour or so to figure out justwho I am.
And we all go through our little charades just perfectly and fights break out the day after before we all make our plans to flee.
This the last year. This time next year I intend to be living on a different fucking continent, getting a suntan.