Fye puts the E in Idiot :D

Fye is an idiot.

He told me that someone (who used to be significant) asked him if he's got a new girlfriend.

That's just odd because you don't really ask someone like Fye that kinda question.
It's just weird.

So anyway I told him that a friend of that someone probably saw him with a girl somewhere alone and assumed that he's got a new girlfriend.

Fye: But I haven't been out with just a girl in a long time. At least since Rachel left.

Me: ... I. AM. A. GIRL.

Fye: Not in my book you're not.

Me: Yea yea just your book, not other people's books, tard.

Fye: You have a pussy and balls.

Me: You have a pussy but no balls.*grin. I won :D...

Fye: Phew, good luck to those "other people".

In an alternate universe

In a sudden lurch I'm yanked from where I am to somewhere I long to be. Words exchanged, and I'm playing the Cookie Monster chewing my stances and standpoints, swallowing them below yet chewing so carelessly the tell-tale crumbles clings down my front, exposed to the world and I am once again vulnerable.

Songs play and everything is inanimate. I feel like I'm being tricked, the lyrics and the rhythm of other things in play seem suspect. I'm packed into a container of disorientation, fully sober. I imagine us staring up at that damn mistletoe, wondering if we should "act like big city kids now that the sun's gone down"

I really wish could leave unscatched, have these weak proposals bounce off me but I'm not made of rubber.. I am not elastic in perception. My reservations are ideal, if I am willing to keep playing the moving target. Then again if someone wants to shoot me after reading this, I be damned.