UN : The Mechanic

[nonstopnarcissist]

Right, tech wishlists, drop them here. Try to keep these things reasonable. I'm a genius but not a miracle worker.

Comments

[freightcars]

You try to lube me and you're on your own.

[nonstopnarcissist]

what did I say about weird sex stuff. We're not there yet, don't make it weird.

[freightcars]

Yeah, I don't think that's a statement that really needs the word 'yet' involved

[nonstopnarcissist]

Two years ago I didn't think I'd be casually texting you- I don't like to count things as impossible outright.

[freightcars]

You know what
I don't think I can argue with that point
Comparatively speaking that almost seems more likely

[nonstopnarcissist]

What can I say, I have weird taste in people.

Time, distance, and scotch did a lot of the work for me.

[freightcars]

That mean we're skipping the uncomfortable heart to heart, or just postponing it?

[nonstopnarcissist]

Postponing. It's a talk that should happen in person. Preferably with alcohol and not when I've lost half my blood.

[freightcars]

Fair
Time and distance and scotch give you any kind of perspective on Steve?
Not sure he's had time to swing by with a casserole yet

[nonstopnarcissist]

Notes: 1) I would've appreciated a headsup on the Rogers situation.

2) He brings me food he's walking away wearing it. Fuck him.

[freightcars]

Does this not count as a headsup?
Take that as a no on the perspective thing

[nonstopnarcissist]

He lied. For years, he lied. We both could've been spared a lot of bullshit if I hadn't been flying blind in Siberia.

[freightcars]

In the interests of keeping what seems to be a tentative peace between us, can I opt out of this by saying I'm not touching it with a ten-foot pole?

we got our own problems to deal with, and unless things come to blows Steve can fight his own personal battles

[ And... obviously if things do come to blows he'll unfortunately but unflinchingly choose one particular side without wavering. Not that he's going to point that out, but. You know. Unspoken given. Sorry. ]

[nonstopnarcissist]

Best option for you there.

And they won't. I don't exactly want another round of 'let's break Tony's Sternum'.

[freightcars]

Yeah, after three left arms I think I'd just be getting greedy, so.

[nonstopnarcissist]

Of the two of you, you went for the less damaging option.

I'll give you that.

[freightcars]

yeah, pencil that on my tombstone as the nicest thing that can be said about me probably

[nonstopnarcissist]

Here Lies Salty Spice: The Tragic LumberJack.

He didn't aim to maim.

[freightcars]

Can I suggest a few edits

[nonstopnarcissist]

Alas Poor Winter Smolder, he died as he lived: With terrible hair and bad eye makeup.

[freightcars]

can I suggest maybe just cremate me and skip the whole thing on second thought

[nonstopnarcissist]

Urns still get plaques.

'Two-Buck-Chuck. Last words: Hold my beer.'

[freightcars]

I have
so many questions

[nonstopnarcissist]

What, Grumpycat, you don't care for my eulogizing?

[freightcars]

why the hell does everyone keep calling me that
skip the urn, spread my ashes somewhere stupid and pointless
maybe that boat house that doesn't have any boats, seems like a good metaphor