those 2-hour long phone convos with my best friend make my life.
It’s been a long week, and I finally got a chance to talk to my best friend Billy. It’s incredible how we can go a week without a phone call and pick up right where we left off. I’m so grateful that even though we go to different schools (rivals, at that), we’re still incredibly close. He knows things about me that I’ve never told anyone, and I know a little bit too much about him as well.
Our phone conversations are entirely too long, but also too short. My dad always balks at the cost of our 3-hour phone convos when he sees my phone bill.
“WTF Just happened?”
“Sorry, my phone kind of sucks.”
(LOL, We both have iPhone 3G)
“It’s so weird when you tell me this stuff now. Like, I’ll hear it, but I can’t picture it.” “Why? Because i’m kind of like your little sister?”
“Yeah, kinda!”
“Just think about other things about me. Like how I’m an adorable nerd, and I love post-its, and how I eat my hamburgers upside down. Aw, aren’t I cute and innocent.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Here’s the thing: We’re not saying supes.”
“Here’s the thing: I hate you. Haha, Aime just laughed at me.”
“Here’s the thing: Supes is awful.”
” ‘Here’s the thing, Gels: If you say supes, I’ll hang up on you.’ “
“Here’s the thing: Pretty much.”
“You asked for a tour of the house? You’re such a whore!”
