So today while I'm sitting on the couch with my dying cat, bursting into tears at the drop of a hat, I finally watched last Thursday's Supernatural.
Really? The Universe has that fucked up of a sense of humor?
I'm sitting on the couch with my cat. He's named after both Peter Gabriel, and yes, the angel Gabriel. So I'm watching Supernatural with my dying cat Gabriel and the episode features the angel Gabriel.
And they fucking kill him!
Yeah, that was awesome having my cat's namesake killed.
Then it turned out Gabriel wasn't really dead, which made it a little better.
But then they fucking killed him again! For reals this time.
You've got a twisted sense of humor, universe.
Also, it was probably also just really dumb of me to watch anything besides comedies.