Xx: Have you ever been to the moon?
Xy: Nope, can’t say that I have, have you?
Xx: Nope.
Xy: What kind of a question is that anyway?
Xx.: I guess it’s the kind of question that asks someone if they’ve been to a place.
Xy: You know what I mean.
Xx: Well I went to this stand-up show recently and the guy was talking about how stupid the expression “shoot for the moon is” because only twelve people have ever walked on it. But I thought hmmm maybe Mark could’ve been one of those people. There’s a chance right?
Xy: Well I took a statistics class once and there can be a probability for anything’s chance of happening
Xx: why did you tell me you took a statistics class?...that was kind of unnecessary support for what you said.
Xy: Well why the fuck did you ask me if I’d ever been to the moon?
Xx: I was just curious
Xy: You’ve known me for 2 years, Sadie.
Xx: Yeah well, you could’ve withheld that information…maybe it was a traumatic experience for you
Xy: I think you just want people to think you’re weird, so you feel this need to be absurd all the time
Xx: well that doesn’t make any sense.
Xy: yes it does.
Xx: nothing that is absurd is rational, and acting absurd to keep the facade up that I’m weirder than I actually am is pretty rational
Xy: First of all, absurdity is often highly rational...and GOOD GOD You’re like Zooey Deschanel, you’re so damn quirky that it’s just not cute anymore, it’s a caricature, it’s just annoying
Xx: Bluh, fuck you, are you in love with me? let’s go eat some fried quail egg and horse radish sandwiches from that really sketchy food truck that always makes me shit my pants.
Xy: Alright, Buzz Aldrin.
Xx: Of course you’d choose that guy over Neil. You’re super original.
