TMI

So here is my very very personal kvetch. I think it positively sucks the big one that my little brother (or as I used to call him, my little bother) is dead. Okay there you have it. He died 12/8/02. Today would have been his 41st birthday. If he were alive, I would have sent him a couple of pounds of italian beef (with the hot gardiniere), so I guess I saved myself about 60 bucks. If he were alive today I would be making fun of him and asking him if his real parents sent him a card today (my sister and I used to tell him he was adopted). If he were alive today I would most likely be bitching about him calling me and boring me mindlessly over some facinating thing he saw on the discovery channel, fighting with him over his ultra conservative leanings, telling him he was full of crap when we got into a fight over some bit of minutia in which he felt he was right and I KNEW I was right. He'd have me pulling my hair out, he would be costing me money, I'd spend hours telling him that life would get better and tell him to make a list and do one thing a day, I'd laugh when he had his sudden spark of side splitting wit. I'd get a hug from him and remember the little towheaded boy who followed me around incessitantly and who I protected from the world as best I could. The little boy that I stood up for and even sort of beat up a teach for.

So universe/god/fate/whomever, you all suck and your ancestors suck and your progeny suck.