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Saturday, April 21, 2012

Fuck you, Universe. Or whatever your name is

Hubs and I were playing Rock Band earlier, and I was singing Rock Lobster, and apparently (unbeknownst to me, before today) I have memories of my brother and that song, and I was completely overwhelmed by feelings and thoughts of him.

I guess I need an outlet for this shit. Not just me telling another person how I feel, but the stupid universe needs to know that this dude was fucking awesome and it sucks for taking him away from us.

And, so... Fuck you, universe. Fuck you for not letting him be here right now. Fuck you. FUCK YOU.

It's not fair, what you've done. it's not fair. He should be here today. He should be here now, and he should have kids, and a family, and a house, and I should be able to call him or text him or email him or whatever and ask his opinion about things. And I should have my wise and amazing and awesome brother in my life right now.

Fuck you, cancer. Fuck you, Universe. Fuck you for making this happen. FUCK YOU. It's not fair. It's NOT FAIR. FUCK YOU.