I'll be home for Christmas
It's officially Christmas time. I've decided this mostly because I want it to be. My roommate and I have one awesome Christmas party planned, I've purchased my plane ticket home, my iTunes Christmas playlist is on repeat, and I'm in the holiday spirit.
Purchasing a plane ticket home means that being fired from/quitting my newest job is inevitable because they have a strict "no-time-off-for-holidays" policy. Fuck that. Perhaps if I were making decent money and not taking it up the ass from the mean-spirited management, I'd be able to forgo the annual bliss that awaits me every year in Oklahoma City. But not for this. As I have every Christmas for the past 25 years, I'll be with my friends and family, drinking Bailey's and laughing about Christmas past.
And just look at Jack. How could I skip Christmas with him?
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