Foreword: I thought about simply posting this as another “Texcerpt” snippet, then realized you might think D is certifiable and I should run, run as fast as I can in the opposite direction. So, a preface.

D is what he and I openly call random.

He’s got this inherent knack for deadpan humor, his face stoically reminiscent of a poker player when, really, he’s anything but serious. It should be an art form, really. I’ll admit it took me a minute to get used to the at-times nonsensical stream of thoughts he’ll interject into normal conversation, or the way (on the verge of indecent) movie lines make for texts his closest friends laugh off as Typical D.

How quickly I’ve grown to appreciate this personality, and adore him all the more for the quirks. I’ve even begun to anticipate the places where a neither-here-nor-there stray thought will surface to lighten the mood. And I’m positive he’s growing accustomed to a certain grin that tugs at the corners of my mouth just before I let out the belly laughs.

On with it: We pop in Blades of Glory at his parents the other week. I’ve never seen it. He, being the Big Will Farrell Fan he is, is on maybe No. 5.

For those who’ve never seen it, there’s this creepy but hysterically funny male ice skating fan in the flick who stalks Napoleon (because I can’t remember a) the character’s name or b) his Name In Real Life). The Crazed Fan has these off-kilter, psycho-funny one-liners that you’re feeling just a little guilty laughing over, but you can’t help it. They’re off the wall. Out there. Unsaid.

So, really, this is not weird: Considering the aforementioned movie and D’s knack for the acerbically amusing, a texcerpt that (reading between the lines) should make you go awww because He’s In Love:

“I want 2 cut off ur skin and wear it 2 my b’day!”

“…and chew on ur teeth and sleep in ur ear.”

He’s not crazy, I promise.