mock me

I’m full of joy and goodwill towards the entire world today. It’s sunny outside and the work week is almost over. In tribute, here’s a list of things I love. Feel free to make fun of my gayness. I’m in too good of a mood to care:

My nephews, the smell of a comic book store (news print and ink, not fat nerds), walking to Kitty O’Shea’s from B.P.’s house, the sound of a Hammond B3 organ in a rock song, cherry blossoms, fat kids, the chicken wings at Shamrock’s, those Reeces easter eggs, Miller Lite out of a bottle, short skirts, girls who bite their bottom lip, driving to Lawrenceburg with the windows down and the music up, realizing I just happen to be home when Scrubs is on, t-shirts, grilling out, finishing a book, that feeling you get when you’re writing something and it’s really clicking and the words are just falling out of your head, kissing til your mouth hurts, restaraunts with patios, knowing bartenders, sushi, crushes, snow, Halloween, bikinis, my ipod, my birthday, and spring.