scootershitstorm

bob make it a habit of calling me at like 5am most mornings. i then get up have a hookah smoke make drink a pot of HIGH test coffee and sit in bed and daydream almost to a hallucinogenic state. i dream of warehouses, spaghetti wrestling, punk rock bands, tagine, movie night, belly dancing, break dancing, my grandparents staying for the weekend, the perfection of living, cardboard, tree houses, upside down american flags, roller skates, spraypaint, crayons, shanty towns, metal sculpture, nakedness, so much so it makes me want to cry with tears of joy. man, i so can't wait for the bob to get home. i miss her so much dude. i feel like i'm in a waiting room just waiting for her, i know that's super bad, and i keep pushing myself to change my mental state but sometimes, it can't be helped. man, i'm soooo cafinated, my hands are shaking, this entry is peppered with spelling and grammatical errors.