Sleepy time

Got home at 5 am. Chicago ain’t shit, fuck Chi town. After repeatedly delayin my flight and lyin to me (“we will be boarding soon”, “the plane is ready”, “we just need to plow the tarmac”), then putting my luggage on the plane that arrived after mine (my plane was delayed so long, that the second flight to NY was ready to go 30 mins after me (they were delayed too tho)), I arrived home 8 hours later than planned. That’s a full work day for most people. Luckily my lovely parents were there to come rescue me at such a horrendous hour. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have parents that didn’t love you.

Happy Holidays!!!