Toasters don't wear hats..... I wear the hats around here!!
God got me good this morning. I had a great night catching up with old friends and some new ones, then I wake up, shower, come down stairs to see my grandfather crying. He then tells me that Michael had died this morning. Mike is my cousin for those of you who didn't know. He was more than just a cousin though, he was my favorite cousin. I think most of us have that cousin that you always look forward to seeing and hanging out with. They're more of a best friend than a cousin. Mike could always make me laugh. I can remember being so pissed about something and he could say one line and no matter how much I didn't want to laugh, I always did. We could sit for hours playing nintendo, just bullshitting and having a good time. He would always beat the levels that I couldn't beat and then eventually show me tips and tricks of how to beat those levels. The stories he would come up with during camping trips were so damn funny. I still laugh when I think about the one story he told us before bed one night. The title of this entry is from one of his stories. It was so damn funny. I can't get past the fact that he was only 25. I know he was battling cancer, but I was told he would make a recovery. The thing that makes me angry is that we weren't notified of Mike going into hospital on Saturday. Of course with all the chemo he's had, he's going to have a weakened immune system. If we would have known that he wasn't doing so well, we would have went up and seen him. Too bad that cunt of an aunt I have didn't tell my family anything until it was too late. We all thought he was doing fine, but then the bomb dropped this morning. It's just a damn shame that's all. I am really going to miss Mike.