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To: [The rather obvious]
From: [On occasion notices these things, you know]
Subject: Pardon the indelicacy of the question


But are you and MakerBoy having it out in some way? Because while you are indeed subtle in your ways, the studious avoidance during a cheerful school gathering penetrated even my nigh-legendary lack of observation. Not to mention the fact that a fine sheen of frost was forming across my turkey due to the palpable chill. Far be it from me to pry, but it would please me to know if I'm standing in the middle of a minefield before losing a leg to shrapnel.

Date: 2006-11-24 04:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] x-roulette.livejournal.com
to: [newfound observant one]
from: [color me surprised]

Forge is a moron. I got sick and tired of him whining about how we "gallavanted" off to Europe every single freaking time I talked to him, and I lost my head at him last night. I have no idea where he gets off thinking we did that for fun.

He is my friend, but some ideas take the force of a sledgehammer to pound into his abnormally thick skull.

Date: 2006-11-24 04:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] x-roulette.livejournal.com
to: [my pretty one]
from: [the other pretty one]

The universe is a bizarre, cracked place. I literally don't notice the coincidences anymore, but that happens when my basic genetic flaw is that I systematically mess with it all the time. I'm leaning towards it was Fate. And Fate was on some serious crack.

I just got done talking with MakerBoy. It turns out it was a manifestation of other underlying issues, including the one where everybody was "leaving" him. Of course, completely neglecting the fact that for me it was a) sort of an accident and b) we came back.

It's safe now. I don't think I will beat him. Tonight anyway.

Date: 2006-11-24 05:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] x-roulette.livejournal.com
to: [you're welcome]
from: [sans one less grudge]

Speaking from experience, there is always a pattern. It's always a frigging balance, can't have bad luck without good, and vice versa, and I'm not sure how to react to the fact that meeting you at the airport came only after a truly spectacular cascade of bad luck.

I'm hoping some resolution came to pass tonight, as I made a valiant effort to NOT smack him upside the head for being a nitwit. As much as I like the fact that he missed my presence, holding it over my head is NOT the way to keep my friendship. But anyway. Drama solved. Hopefully any and all backhanded comments about the summer shall cease. Armistance has been signed, and peace now reigns.

It's too much to hope that this coming summer will lack drama, isn't it? It's becoming a rather depressing annual cycle.

And I think I migh be able to get away without the mauling. I will not bury his limbs in the garden, but instead beat him over the head with it. Therefore he does not have far to go to reclaim said limb.

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