Dancing in the Moonlight

Since the fourth, Peter and I have been spending lots of time together. I find that he brings out the best and me and pushes my limits farther each day. When I'm with him smiling becomes easy and natural again. Like the other day, he threw some Daft Punk on and started dancing so silly. He told me he really didn't care how he looked when he danced. It sounds so simple, but I've never seen anyone rock it the way he does. I'm constantly learning from Peter & I can't help but love these parts about him. Also, in the past when I drink my favorite thing to do is sing&dance, recently I've found myself dancing less frequently.

The other day Peter let me drive his car. Peter owns a Volkswagen '82 Corrado, deep green & a manual. First time I did quite well. I stalled the engine a couple times, but successfully shifted gears and completed the course. However, the second time Peter let me drive, the clutch kept sticking and I kept making the same mistake causing the car to stall repeatedly. Oh well, practice makes perfect.

Today Tim and Lisa came over, Tim wanted to fill a blunt but Peter had White Rhino; a strain that is extremely dense and dank. (Maybe next time) Instead of the blunt, Peter loaded snappers for everyone. One intense hit, that's all it takes in Comet. (Our boong that Ricky gave to us.)

I went through my recent writings and decided to add some of my favorites to my bloop.