Write about your father…[theatrical_muse]
Write about your father
Oh wow, what an honor and privilege to talk about my amazing dad; I’ve been waiting so long to talk about him. He’s the light of my life man.
My dad and I spend every weekend together, Sunday’s actually, we sit in the living room and read the paper while I look over the art’s section and wait for the two of us to go out. Ever since I was younger we’d always go somewhere for Sunday bonding time. It was amazingly awesome. He’s the coolest thing ever.
We’d go have brunch - I mean who the fuck’s gonna get up before noon on Sunday’s anyway? - and talk, he’s always interested in my art and what I’m doing. He makes sure to come to every show of mine that he can. Nearly got fired once for taking so many day’s off.
I remember the first painting I ever did he bought at my first show, paid for it and made me sign it. ”You’re going places kiddo and I want to say I knew her when. That’s my daughter up there.”
Wow, such sweet and fond memories.
Such shit.
If you’re amazingly slow then here’s the dumbed down version for you: My father is an asshole, most likely in prison and this entire entry was the most sarcastic thing I’ve written so far.
If you wanna see worse? Ask me about my mother…
Muse: Edie
Fandom: Six Feet Under [Season 4]
Word Count: 232
Oh wow, what an honor and privilege to talk about my amazing dad; I’ve been waiting so long to talk about him. He’s the light of my life man.
My dad and I spend every weekend together, Sunday’s actually, we sit in the living room and read the paper while I look over the art’s section and wait for the two of us to go out. Ever since I was younger we’d always go somewhere for Sunday bonding time. It was amazingly awesome. He’s the coolest thing ever.
We’d go have brunch - I mean who the fuck’s gonna get up before noon on Sunday’s anyway? - and talk, he’s always interested in my art and what I’m doing. He makes sure to come to every show of mine that he can. Nearly got fired once for taking so many day’s off.
I remember the first painting I ever did he bought at my first show, paid for it and made me sign it. ”You’re going places kiddo and I want to say I knew her when. That’s my daughter up there.”
Wow, such sweet and fond memories.
Such shit.
If you’re amazingly slow then here’s the dumbed down version for you: My father is an asshole, most likely in prison and this entire entry was the most sarcastic thing I’ve written so far.
If you wanna see worse? Ask me about my mother…
Muse: Edie
Fandom: Six Feet Under [Season 4]
Word Count: 232