It's Always Late.

I can't seem to sleep lately. I don't know if my body just likes the routine of falling asleep at 4 and waking up at 11; but I know my mind isn't happy. Found out I might start working for my grandparents like on a daily type shit making hella good money. 69 mustang here I come. Talked to this girl today bout how her boyfriend bout one in san diego for only like 7,500 with a new paint job and everything and I'm super stoked. Fuck man I really just want to drive one and open it up on the 118. W/e, all I can do is fantasize till I can save at least 5 grand really. All I think about lately is cars. Not like persian losers who jack off to Lambo concept cars all day and have legitimate arguments about why his theoretical 300,000 dollar mercedes would beat the others 300,000 dollar audi. I mean like real cars, like how they go, how much it would cost to make it sound nice, and what after-market parts are on some of the real dope sounding ones. God my mind is so fickle at times. Well I'm about to attempt to stream from free movies online till I feel that every so blissful drowsiness that lets me know I have a chance of sleeping till the sun hits my face at exactly 11 o clock through my window.