i fucking hate the month of february

february is the worst.

and,

it just reached a whole new level of bringing bad luck and pain to people all around me.

mr. jay bowen passed away today, february 6th. too early, too sudden, too painful.

valentine's day 1997- my grandma Ruth died in a car accident. her heart stopped before an 18 wheeler hit my grandparents' vehicle. my grandpa was taking her to get hot chocolate because it was cold. changed my entire life within one second.

jessica fulmer, melissa eustice, and jamie carter's heartbreaking and untimely deaths a few years ago, early february. shook basically the whole state of Georgia. RIP Beautiful angels.

the super bowl-also stupid and guaranteed to upset 50% of the people who care about it.

valentine's day--enough said. i wish i could flick you off in person, valentine's day.

black history month-why february? what a leftover month. we could've choosen a better period of time to reflect upon one of the races of people that we "of European descent" pieces of shit have caused tremendous amounts of unforgivable pain and suffering.

groundhog day-another stupid 50/50 chance occurrence in this stupid black or white, life or death, hamburger or hotdog fucking month. if it stays in the hole, or comes out, what the fuck does it mean? really? it means suck on these groundhog balls you bunch of idiots, february is here along with global warming, and i don't give a damn about the weather.

so for these reasons, and many more, go FUCK yourself february, you useless piece of shit month. i will forever loathe your arrival, be angry, hurt, and spiteful during your stay, and welcome your consummation.