but Death sucks big monkey balls, And I mean BIG ONES!!

Almost a decade ago my grandfather who I was very attached and lived under the same roof with died near my birthday. In fact, he died on my birthday. Of course I wasn't told this until like a day or two afterward. I was not really cool with that. It actually made my next birthday a little bit of a downer when I thought about it that day. But hey I got over it.

Here we are now, like I said almost a decade later, near that time of the year again for me. Guess what I found out: My grandmother (The wife of grandpa) who I am also very attached and living with has now passed away. so yeah, now my birthday doesn't seem interesting or any fun at all for the moment.

...That really blows.

Now I get the fact that pretty much anybody over 60 is going to soon die and that all of us must go sometime but why at these crucial points? Its my birthday for god sakes and the birthday is also two days before thanksgiving. So I'm suppose to celebrate another year of life and get to be thankful for the things that happen in that year but no I get death.

That's just fan-fucking-tastic.

I guess there's nothing for me to do but is smile and keep moving forward. That seems the only option for me lately.

And for those who really know me like that, I promiseI won't be mopey that long and I be back to goofing around and laughing soon enough.