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Feb 01, 2009 23:06

My bro Jesse just called me. He lives in Montana. We're both having a tough time getting work done tonight. I, choose music and compiling long meticulous soundtracks to delay the inevitable - he found a lighter and tried burning, a pencil eraser, a coke can, his pants, and a goldfish cracker respectively.

Jesse is always in tune with me in a weird way. When I'm feeling desperate to talk to someone, he always calls, and we end up having these long spiraling conversations about nothing.

Highlights from tonight include:

Seth Rogen: Overrrated and over exposed. Like Jude Law before him.
Lakeview Terrace: Jesse says I should see it. He loves Samuel L. Jackson. I disagreed.
Canopic Jars: The vessels Egyptians used to preserve remains. I didn't know what they were called. Jesse insisted they were called Canopic jars. I insisted they weren't - he won.
Coco Butter: I suggested he use some, he suggested he was not a pregnant lady.
My Play: I want to burn it to the ground, Jesse said some lines were funny and that it sounded good.
His injuries: He's a climber and he's all messed up right now. He enjoys telling me of his exploits.
Foods We didn't Like but now we do: for him, coffee - he still doesn't like it but he likes "how it feels like I've got to no eyelids" I think whoever allowed him to have coffee is a fool. I discussed how sushi used to make me vom and now I crave it.

Really it's lovely to have someone call you because they know you're going to be up all night and rather than try to talk about substantial things, allow you to babble or be silent as you please and for them to do the same.
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