i tried thinking of something clever to say to you
but all i could come up with was 'fuck you'
the words, sometimes they flow like water,
other times they ramble like a four year olds turrets riddled tongue
all aspergered and frightening to the general public.
anyway-
yeah, in trying to figure out a fancy lead in,
or conversational springboard,
i realized i find you to be,
most of the time that is,
juvenile at best,
and at worst a carbon copy of the things you see in those uber fucking cool snowboarding magazines that you have taped up to your walls like you were some sort of twelve year old boy.
which is what i believe you to be,
emotionally that is,
and i realized that i could only like you a little less than i like run on and bumbling sentences that carry me into four different corridors of my mind.
and so i say this to your offer-
no i will not be coming to your fucking party.
thanks for the invite though.
(insert smiley face texty bullshit here)