It was football Sunday at Hooters. I’m in love with my job.
#he really is disarmingly sweet and genuinely charming #he’s not even trying he’s just fucking like that #when he was born he probably apologized to his mom for the fuss and told a nurse she was pretty
"thats a lot of cream cheese on your bagel" yea well thats a lot of asshole in your personality
And I’m back, again.
My dad called me his pumpkin. Always “pumpkin” this and “pumpkin” that. This was from the last card he gave to me before he died, two months later. It’s been six months as of Sunday since he passed. Now he is with me everywhere I go, through everything.