27 mar 2012

this morning, my roommate and i had a medium-depth discussion about hunger games. i mean, we weren't drafting a grad thesis or anything, but we weren't just talking about the costumes, either. we talked a bit about the story itself and about the social commentary contained therein. it was a fun, semi-intellectual discussion. we do a lot of that... a lot of talking. we process thoughts, bounce ideas around, gossip, dream, plan, talk smack, talk serious, talk shit. we can talk about anything -- current events, reruns of friends, the mechanics of soccer, other peoples's lives, scrabble. sometimes i will bring something new to the table. sometimes he will. sometimes it's simultaneous, like with hunger games. yak yak yak. it is amazing that after decades of talking to each other, it is still fresh and we still have plenty left to say.