My name's Leon Phelps
Today Anne suggested that She & Emily & I get a hotel room one of these days and just get it over with. What the fuck? Why were the first things through my mind all movies? Like Chasing Amy & Threesome... Am I so into movies because my life so frequently plays out like one? Or do I so frequently connect my life with movies because I'm so into them? Anyway, I do not share Anne's feelings. Well, my dick sure likes the idea, but my brain and even my heart know better. That is thoroughly not my style. I dunno why I go running to Anne about Emily all of a sudden... I mean, before we hooked up (just the one time), I didn't think Anne and I connected that much at all. Now I vent to her. And I guess so does Emily. I think maybe next week I'll sit with Emily and make a fascinating suggestion. See if you can follow my logic. I believe this is called the transitive property in math. IF: a=b AND: b=c THEN: a=c.
She talks to Anne about me. I talk to Anne about her. Why don't we sit down now and see what happens if we remove Anne from the equation. She <-> Anne <-> Me ---> She <-> Me. I sure do like diagrams.
Oh yeah, hung out at Emily's last night. Highly uneventful. So much so I don't even know why I bothered to come back and add this nugget of data...
She talks to Anne about me. I talk to Anne about her. Why don't we sit down now and see what happens if we remove Anne from the equation. She <-> Anne <-> Me ---> She <-> Me. I sure do like diagrams.
Oh yeah, hung out at Emily's last night. Highly uneventful. So much so I don't even know why I bothered to come back and add this nugget of data...