Just a Little Bit Chapped

So I really didn't think I was going to have an opportunity to blow a 50-amp fuse this morning, but as usual, I was wrong.

While I was away at the Joe Show, Roomie decided to invite his family to our house for Thanksgiving. Keep in mind, I detest the holiday known as Thanksgiving. Forget for one moment that I am a vegetarian - Thanksgiving is a holiday that represents the invasion of white men into a country that did not belong to them and the subsequent demise of the Native American people. Since part of my heritage is Native American, I simply cannot stomach a holiday that celebrates this event. Every fucking year, Roomie goes to Virginia and I get to spend QMT (quality me time)- alone.

Well, I guess I must actually have a soft spot in my heart because it occurred to me that Roomie has every right to have his family down. After all, he pays rent. I even decided that I would cook a Thanksgiving dinner - hypocrite vegetarian that I am. However, my best friend, Gail, invited me out to Scottsdale to hang out with her. Since I haven't been on a fucking vacation all year and since I haven't seen Gail in over five years, I made a reservation to leave Thursday night. This would give me three days - including the dreaded Thursday - to spend with Roomie's family.

So, as I'm coming down the stairs this morning, Roomie calls and says that his sister has sent him some type of ugly email about how rude it is that I'm leaving and that I have issues with social class or some other total bullshit. Apparently, she doesn't seem to appreciate the sacrifices I'm making so...

Fuck her.

Fuck the entire goddamn week.

I'm now leaving on Tuesday night.