Dear universe

[glasmalerei]

Dear Universe,

FUCK YOU. No, really. FUCK YOU. This whole cycle of "one thing heals/gets better, so therefore something else goes wrong"? Really really over it. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on and your entire damned setup. Fuck you, bitch. I am not playing this game any more.

And you know what? I can damned well type and draw and do everything else sans one thumb. Yes, even if it's my right one. Fuck you, you motherfucking bastard.

No love at all,
Me.


In translation, the back doors of the bus, which have to be pushed open and automatically close, snapped back on me when I was trying to get off the bus behind the person in front of me. Normally people are nice about holding the door for the next person to grab, but in this case no, and it snapped back and did a good number of whaling on my right thumb which has a lovely lumpy knot on it right now that may or may not bruise (I tend to be hard to bruise when it's painful and stupidly easy to bruise for little things). I'm going to go put ice on it but I'm so damned NOT amused at the universe right now that it's not even funny.