Oh yeah yesterday, while moving the new fridge into the house, I, in my ultimate wisdom, had taken the heavy end because it was easier to hold on to. So I was the first one to have to step on to the porch, and since well, I’m an ass in all aspects of life, that and God hates me, I slipped on the porch. Thus making the fridge come crashing down onto my knee that was under it. The fridge suffered minor damage, only a scratch, as it was pretty near the ground already. I on the other hand am fairly gimpy and the muscles in my right arm are pulled.
It’s been a year today, since my dad passed away. It’s like an anniversary or something. Why does there have to be this day that he died. Why can’t it just be that he passed away? The “anniversary” is just here to torture you and to remind you of the pain you should be feeling. I hate today.
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