To my learned readers, few though they be...
Have you read much Faulkner? I'm struggling through Absolom, Absolom! at the suggestion of a friend (a very intelligent and well-read English major just graduated from Stanford) and finding his language tedious beyond the point of reason. I've changed my reading habits so much lately that I wonder if
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Also, I recall asking you for some 4-1-1 on the natural gas industry and its regulations for a script I'm working on, and I've yet to get any explanation. I mean, when I told Jen what I was reading up on, she said, "Why don't you just ask Brandon to explain it to you?" I did, I told her. He hasn't gotten back to me yet! Well, I don't need you anymore, big guy! I found this and this with only my good buddy, Google.
I'm sorry to be having this argument online, but I love public displays of relationship drama, so I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm not sorry at all to be having this argument online. I'm sorry I didn't call you this evening, as I had planned, but I will do so in the morning.
I saw Idlewild yesterday and it was decent. (I love Outkast, but didn't get my hopes up.) A girl going into the theater before Jen and I was clearly on a date (Jen and Corey were the only white people in the theater, by the by) and said to him, "Oouh, you put the butter on the popcorn? I wanted some in a cup to dip it in." She had nails so long that she only touched the door with the heel of her palm, and walked around as if she were being held at gunpoint...
I miss P.J.
(tears, copious and thick with the salt of human longing)
I'll call you in the morning, like I said, you Neo-Nazi.
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