this is incoherent

"well, make sure you don't look like a dyke" sound advice. erm, not that you'll care because I make you feel like appearance doesn't matter, right? reassurance, something. and me, I'm thinking, when does your flight get in? Maybe we can go back to the mountain together while I ask you all about your break and your dog because I think that's something you will to talk to me about. Couldn't give a... And meanwhile, I'll go slowly and privately berserk 'cause that's how it goes. I'll probably casually wait for your flight to get in because mines delayed about 30 whole convenient minutes. A misplaced banana skin on the runway would sort this out once and forall. Shut up.