shitmydadsays

So, I feel like I should make an account of all the hilarious things my dad says, but oh wait.. that's already been done.

But here's a few funny ones anyways.

"Denmark vs. Netherlands at 6am tomorrow.. you in? Dutch and Danes.. Two nationalities you wanna meet when you go to Europe. Tall blonde stoners. yesss"

"Kobe looks like hes spent some time in a concentration camp, he's so skinny." "Or in an underage girls room. wait, was she underage? No he raped her. Gotta get my crimes right"

"Kendrick spent way too much time playing the drug game in his neighborhood and not practicing free throws"

6/5/09

I just wanna wake back up to all of this.

Kiss me through the phone, days of texting. Greek food for your time, cab rides, the 151, art shows, hot tubs, pizza, wanting to do this more often. Panoramic first kiss, never ever wanting to leave. Mirrors, art, sore feet. Comedy, kitchen floors, crying my eyes out. Three fans going at once, your studio apartment, our studio apartment. A pile of my clothes, no bathroom door. Wearing the same damn shirt and shorts to work out in. Sushi, so so much sushi. Driving across town to the theater, always being the only ones there. Getting kissed on the forehead, falling asleep together for six months. Waking up at 7:45 just to fall back asleep in the warm spot you left behind. Your long ass showers. Corn on the cob, allergy medicine and naps that last longer than a movie. Family Guy before bed, awful whole-wheat pancakes and dropped EZ-Mac. Matching blue, lasagna rolls once a week, laughing until it hurt. Snow White and Grumpy. The only time I ever seemed to get mad at you, struggling a bit, but then finally getting to come home. Pain medication, surgery, and hours spent on the couch. Me crying like the world was ending every time we had to say goodbye. Weekends together, movies dinners naps. Cows, dreams of waking up at 815 S. Fell. Sushi, as usual. Olive green, flowers. Going separate ways for the night only to reunite for Primetime and breadsticks. The last twitch before you really fall asleep, sunglasses, your heavy watch. Plane tickets to the other side of the country, and not the right time or place.

Please don't leave.

I don't want this to be real

chocolate frosting

I guess it hurts less to put it into words.

I'm scared for it to turn tomorrow and then I'll have to think about how today this year and today last year are completely different. We came full circle, I guess. I saw you yesterday waiting for me in your driveway and immediately thought of the last time you did that, on that perfect day in June. On that gorgeous day, we didn't know about the rut we would keep falling into, about the apartment we would essentially share, all the amazing times, or just how hard this was all going to be. Ever since, I've fallen asleep clutching Moo like I wish I could do to us- if I hold on tight enough, maybe this all won't fall away from me. If I hold on long enough, maybe everything will go back to how I wish it would. That's not the case. You're airborne right now, leaving behind the state we know so well together and heading towards an oasis for an indefinite amount of time. I miss you already. All I've done this morning since you called is listen to music and try to make myself miserable. This is quite the effort, since my car stereo has decided to stop working, but trust me, I've done it. The funny thing is, looking back on this past year there wasn't anything I would have done differently. I would choose you every time. Because every minute has been worth it. The times you've wondered are only because you strived to do what was best for me and make me happy. Any questions were answered with a kiss on the forehead and looking into brown-blue-green eyes and seeing an answer. Nothing feels right when it's not from your arms.