A bit more than I can handle right now
My grandma passed away yesterday morning; when we saw her on Christmas, she looked great. Apparently, she just collapsed, and that was pretty much it… we don’t have a schedule for the service yet because she left her body to the local medical college–we might not even get the ashes back until April. By then. I wouldn’t be surprised if Grandpa is gone, too. It hit him really hard. When my other grandmother died, Grandpa followed three months later.
I went out to my car this morning, and some motherfucking little punk bastard who, if I catch, is going to get a nine iron to the forehead, smashed in my rear window so he could steal my knitting. Fucked up the lock on the driver’s door, too. Yeah. Like I have money coming out of my ass to pay for fucking horseshit like this. This means all the stuff I’ve done on gmhelwig‘s afghan, everything I’ve done on my afghan, the gloves I was working on, and the very pink and lacy surprise for ataniell93 are all just fucking gone, along with goddamn near every fucking needle I own.
And people wonder why I’m an atheist. If there were a god, I’d expect some answers right fucking now.
Shit, I know that bad things happen for no reason, but why am I, who, I submit, is a fundamentally good and decent person, always getting fucking dogpiled on?
I’ve fucking had it. I’d welcome getting hit by lightning and just getting it over with.