  I think that I fucking hate people. No, wait, I *know* i fucking hate people. Played D&D with the gang, and Muppet from work. She gave me the heads up that Gigantor and Lunkhead were laughing pretty hard about Fida getting killed. Found out later from Mama that they had actually planned to walk by Kurt, and say 'meow'. Apparently, though, before they said anything, they saw the gouges on his face, and decided otherwise.
I've got way too much anger happening. Kurt and I work with Lunkhead and his new paramour tomorrow. Joy. (No nick for her yet. ) More antisocial fantasies abound, where I embed the pizza shovel into Lunkhead's skull. And, I was just starting to be able to be around him without daydreaming of violence. Now, thinking about her mangled body, and the thought that it could be funny to someone who sees us on a regular basis makes me want to projectile vomit all over the place, and have my head spin around. I felt bad for his silly ass when he might've got that chick pregnant. I could not be indifferent to something like this happening, but whatever, right?
He's not me. And ever time I attempt to go to sleep, or if there's nothing happening at that moment, I see her. She was so beautiful, and in death her face was caved in. She used to sleep in the tub , and she slept on the coffee table. She came to us on Kurt's birthday, when I was too poor to buy him a present. And if that fuckhead was going the speed limit, she would not be dead. My husband came within hair's breadth of getting charged with assault, or worse. How is this funny?
I should not be ranting. I'm very grateful for Mama who came over to be with us, and Punner who undoubtably had a crappy visit with us sad sacks. I hadn't seen Punner in about five years. I could barely talk about anything else about what had happened, and how worried I was about Kurt - I sincerely wish we could have been at least slightly entertaining. I'm sorry, i can't seem to talk about anything else. 
