Backtracking
August 2005
my email to J:
Now that I have some time on my hands from work (read: just killing time from job duties to make some time for chit-chattin').Gotta tell ya what your lil' bro, AHEM, from brother dear who confronted me with, as he and lovey-dovey drove me home the night of Crutch Boy's partay. WHOA! I thought for a sec, I was being interrogated by Scotland Yard! Oh! Let me rephrase that, from BIG BROTHER! Me thinks this WXYZ romance is making an impact on an otherwise Tiny Tim of yesteryear. Anyway.... As we settled in the car, getting com-feed in the back, taking in the cool night breeze, blowing in my hair, I get interrogated with, "SO, 'NYQT', why aren't J and Crutch Boy dating? " in an authorative tone of voice. Here I am in the back, surprised, baffled, shocked, tongue-tied, blubbering idiot was takened aback.... oh no, let me rephrase that: in utter shock-a-mark of a stingray of words being thrown at me. You'd think I was caught shoplifting and was being interrogated by the store manager and cops standing by ready to handcuff lil ole me. Stuttering to find words (read: in a state of shock), I finally managed to utter, "I don't know?" "Why do you ask?"...he pauses...more long pause to be more specific for answers. As I collected my thoughts, I obeyingly said, " she hasn't said anything to me. I've been out of the loop. So I don't know any scoop." Needless to say, I felt like a lil ole criminal in the backseat of a cop car ready to be incarcerated to Sing Sing. Yup it was quite a long ride home.
So, J-ster, is there something you need to discuss? Hmmmm? What's the story between you and crutch boy besides him being your quasi-carpentero?
2 days after email:
answer-- classified (read: there IS no story!) --- damn!
my email to J:
Now that I have some time on my hands from work (read: just killing time from job duties to make some time for chit-chattin').Gotta tell ya what your lil' bro, AHEM, from brother dear who confronted me with, as he and lovey-dovey drove me home the night of Crutch Boy's partay. WHOA! I thought for a sec, I was being interrogated by Scotland Yard! Oh! Let me rephrase that, from BIG BROTHER! Me thinks this WXYZ romance is making an impact on an otherwise Tiny Tim of yesteryear. Anyway.... As we settled in the car, getting com-feed in the back, taking in the cool night breeze, blowing in my hair, I get interrogated with, "SO, 'NYQT', why aren't J and Crutch Boy dating? " in an authorative tone of voice. Here I am in the back, surprised, baffled, shocked, tongue-tied, blubbering idiot was takened aback.... oh no, let me rephrase that: in utter shock-a-mark of a stingray of words being thrown at me. You'd think I was caught shoplifting and was being interrogated by the store manager and cops standing by ready to handcuff lil ole me. Stuttering to find words (read: in a state of shock), I finally managed to utter, "I don't know?" "Why do you ask?"...he pauses...more long pause to be more specific for answers. As I collected my thoughts, I obeyingly said, " she hasn't said anything to me. I've been out of the loop. So I don't know any scoop." Needless to say, I felt like a lil ole criminal in the backseat of a cop car ready to be incarcerated to Sing Sing. Yup it was quite a long ride home.
So, J-ster, is there something you need to discuss? Hmmmm? What's the story between you and crutch boy besides him being your quasi-carpentero?
2 days after email:
answer-- classified (read: there IS no story!) --- damn!
posted by NYQT at 11:31 AM
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