An attempt at catharsis

In honour of George R. R. Martin, I feel compelled to list some sad things:

Tornadoes.

The White Sox 2011 season.

Killing a puppy.

Running out of good beer.

Cops.

Failing a test.

Childhood leukemia.

Creationists.

Racial inequality.

Cancellation of Star Trek after only 3 seasons.

Bad sunburn.

Grossly unequal distribution of wealth.

Things can’t go faster than light.  Probably.

Fundamentalism.

Innocent victims of war.

Stores don’t generally sell DDD bras.

National disinterest in space exploration.

Animal cruelty.

AIDS.

Bugs on me.

Rape.

Strawberry ice cream with real pieces of strawberries in it.

World poverty.

Allergies to cats.
The ending of childhood.
Loneliness.
Rain on your wedding day.
Multiple sclerosis.
A bad toothache.
Cork in your wine.
Spilling red wine all over a new shirt because there was cork in it.
Break ups.
Failing a test.
Dreams being crushed.
Borders going out of business.
A store closing right when you get there.
Boring porn.
People who don't support a woman's right to choose.
Mechanical pencils that keep breaking.
People who can't alphabetize.
The 2000 US presidential election.
Genocide.
Car accidents.
Friends moving away.
Constipation.
The Black Death.
Domestic abuse.
Bird tarsus so small.
No one wants to play beer pong.
Gas light on E.
Dehumanization of immigrant workers.
Marijuana's illegal.
Alzheimer's disease.
Losing all hope.

Yeah.