let me be your ride out of town

You guys the Olympics are like, my favorite thing in the whole world. I’m so happy right now! 

I only like the summer ones. I'm too excited for the fucking World Cup, though.

I don’t even know what time it is any more, but I’m reading books about mythological creatures and the ideas for my next photography project are buzzing around in my brain. I also really miss Wilmington today.

Oh really?

Yeah. If I get high enough, I'm sure a burning bush will talk to me and tell me what to do.

You’d get beat up with a frying pan. I wouldn’t recommend it.

Yeah, no. I don't have a death wish.

I know. How you been?

Fan-fucking-tastic. 2014 is going to be a good year, man. I can feel it in my pants.

It’s a line from a song. I’ve been listening to it all day.  I’m Grace!

I don't know it because that just sounded like a weirdly strung together sentence. I'm Miles, though. Hey.

If unnecessary sass can be directed somewhere else, then I believe that means you’re completely free to leave the state. And if you don’t care about what I have to say, feel more than free to not respond to any more of my posts. I promise I’ll keep my despondent weeping to a minimum.

I'm not sassy, though. I'm a jerk, sure. But, I'm not sassy. Pfft, I talk to everyone. Especially when they don't want me to talk to them. That's when everything becomes 99% more fun. 

Yeah. You’re good looking. Maybe even handsome.

I only have beautiful things to say. I'm like a fucking prophet.

Cranky enough to punch my soul?

Bite me, mofo.

I am an extremely horny teenage boy; don't tell me to do that.

I feel indifferent towards you.

Take it back.

How can you not to pretty girl rock huh? I’m chillin like a villain.

I feel like we haven't talked in decades.

Not even you can deny that I'm super pretty.

Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s the song. I feel ya, but i don’t think anybody would hate you for that.    

Well, yeah. Because, they're jealous. Look at my bone structure, dude. This is the work of god.

I didn’t say it was cool, so the question mark is unnecessary.

Excuse you. The unnecessary sass can be directed somewhere else. I know this is the internet, and deciphering things are hard, but, that was me kind of not caring about you learning something on the piano. And, then turning the subject onto me because I'm awesome.

I could tell.

What's with the eyes that make me feel like you're going to punch  me in my soul?

Pretty Girl Rock? 

Maybe? I don't know who sings it. That line just gets me on an emotional level, ja feel?