I'm back. It took longer then I thought but I'm back from my seeing my brother.
Now. I had a great time. I had a fantastic birthday. I got spend time with my brother. Got to see our aunt. We went out to eat. Was able to get some great presents. I was even able to see the Incredibles 2. Everything was just awesome.
But.... Now that I'm back... I'm reminded that I fucking hate life because whenever something good happens... Life decides to say "Fuck you, you don't get to be happy". And how did life decide to do this?
By making it rain last night, and the rain was so bad it RUINED MY DOG'S GRAVE!!! NOW HE'S OUT IN THE FUCKING OPEN WAITING FOR BIRDS TO MUNCH ON HIM AND I CAN'T FUCKING BURY HIM RIGHT NOW BECAUSE OF HOW WET THE YARD IS!!!
WHY DOES LIFE DO GODDAMN FUCKING BULL SHIT LIKE THIS!!?!?!? WHY CAN'T JUST ONE FUCKING THING GO RIGHT FOR ONCE!??!? JUST ONCE!!! AND WORST PART IS ITS GONNA FUCKING RAIN AGAIN TONIGHT!!!! WHICH MEANS IT WILL TAKE THE YARD LONG TO DRY!!!!
................................................
If you are still around after that thanks for hearing me out. But don't talk to me. I'm depressed as hell and super fucking pissed at the same time so I'm not someone you want to talk to right now. And I won't be better until my dog is safely barried again and not become bird food.