when the school kept trying to ask everyone what happened to the outfield, we kept insisting it was aliens. we never got caught. we were lil shitheads, though.
yeah, anytime. i mean, i told you some of my shit, too. we're kind of in the same boat. we can talk it out, anytime. that's what friends do. i like you both though, and really, the job does not make any of this shit easy on anyone.
maybe we're all just desperate because we've been running on no sleep for years. it's like when a deserted island guy sees a big rock and thinks it's a thanksgiving turkey. our minds are going.
i don't judge anything else, but i will judge this.
no offense to older you who is very cool, but younger you sounded like a straight hooligan and I'm almost sad to have never met him, lol
right back at you, if you ever need to talk about stuff that isn't what's the most recent pop culture reference that popped into our head, bro. glad to have you on my side. [...] he's not so bad if you're not trying to force him to have a serious conversation, yeah.
oh I know I'm desperate, that's why I'm trying to avoid doing anything stupid. fingers fucking crossed. is it bad that I'm alright with losing my mind if it means thinking I'm surrounded by hotties?
what, being a guy whose job it is is to tell everyone to eat their vitamins isn't being enough of a hooligan for you??? (i'm kidding, i'm kidding)
yeah, of course. if you ever want to hear about all my fuck-ups so that you can see yours aren't that bad in comparison, that's what i'm here for. and yeah, i both get why it's frustrating to deal with while also being the guy constantly cracking jokes to avoid confronting my own mortality. it's annoying as shit to everyone else around you, but kinda hard to stop.
nah, i think it's a great coping mechanism. you oughta go make out with a few of them, it could be a fun distraction.
if they hate on nic cage, i'm fucking off into the woods and never coming back.
we'd all have scurvy without you, don't even pretend otherwise.
maybe next time one of us is feeling like a sad sack we can exchange war stories from our days in relationships? if cracking jokes because it's easier than crying or processing something is wrong, then I don't want to be right. now I've found out what REALLY spooks you.
I have one or two in mind that I may reach out to with the old 'sup :)' so fingers crossed.
no for serious I'd join you if they try to pull that bullshit
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DM, 10/5, morning.
yeah, anytime. i mean, i told you some of my shit, too. we're kind of in the same boat. we can talk it out, anytime. that's what friends do. i like you both though, and really, the job does not make any of this shit easy on anyone.
maybe we're all just desperate because we've been running on no sleep for years. it's like when a deserted island guy sees a big rock and thinks it's a thanksgiving turkey. our minds are going.
i don't judge anything else, but i will judge this.
DM, 10/5, morning.
right back at you, if you ever need to talk about stuff that isn't what's the most recent pop culture reference that popped into our head, bro. glad to have you on my side. [...] he's not so bad if you're not trying to force him to have a serious conversation, yeah.
oh I know I'm desperate, that's why I'm trying to avoid doing anything stupid. fingers fucking crossed. is it bad that I'm alright with losing my mind if it means thinking I'm surrounded by hotties?
battle lines will be drawn.
DM, 10/5, morning.
yeah, of course. if you ever want to hear about all my fuck-ups so that you can see yours aren't that bad in comparison, that's what i'm here for. and yeah, i both get why it's frustrating to deal with while also being the guy constantly cracking jokes to avoid confronting my own mortality. it's annoying as shit to everyone else around you, but kinda hard to stop.
nah, i think it's a great coping mechanism. you oughta go make out with a few of them, it could be a fun distraction.
if they hate on nic cage, i'm fucking off into the woods and never coming back.
DM, 10/5, morning.
maybe next time one of us is feeling like a sad sack we can exchange war stories from our days in relationships? if cracking jokes because it's easier than crying or processing something is wrong, then I don't want to be right. now I've found out what REALLY spooks you.
I have one or two in mind that I may reach out to with the old 'sup :)' so fingers crossed.
no for serious I'd join you if they try to pull that bullshit
DM, 10/5, morning.
i don't know what you mean. i've never felt fear in my life.
oh hell yeah. go get 'em, tiger.
we'll be the new cryptids, quoting vampire's kiss out there in the dark somewhere.