holy crap doods.

he is here.

we have been laughing since i got him at 3pm.

so far, my battery died when i left my lights on at the diner where we got a hearty breakfast (complete with coffee and cigarettes--a jonathan/jessica staple), we have driven all over cedar rapids shooting the shit, i have shown him the shining elevator (i know kim knows what i am talking about), jon has freaked stuart out by hugging and petting him to the point that he is now hiding under the exerbike, we have listened to otis redding singing at the top of our lungs, danced around to atomic dog by george clinton, and i can't remember being so happy.

when he is done with his cigarette we are going to go put my laundry in the dryer, we will come back to the apt, i will finish in the kitchen, start drinking some maker's mark and then we will go to a bar for dinner and more drinks.

then we will come back and make funk cds and drink more until about 2am where we will go to sleep for the last time before we embark on a drive and fucking half.

i am so fucking excited and happy.

tomorrow i leave iowa forever. you have never seen a middle finger given such as i will give it tomorrow when we cross the missouri border.

iowa, you can suck my provebial dick.