when i wear these pants, i like to keep my swanky sara the cell phone in the pocket down there in the middle of my thigh. thing is she’s heavy enough to make my drawers sag noticeably on one side.

but that’s not the reason for this.

my friend the artguy just stopped by for a small chat. we have not chatted and/or communicated in any way, shape, or form (outside of lame meetings) in eons. i think the last thing i said to him was “leave the words to me pictureboy.” he laughed.

“what are you staring at dreamily?” he asked as he walked by.
“nothing,” i said as he peeked around the corner at the wall i was staring at.
“that?” he asked pointing to the paul westerberg thing.
“nah, paul’s not my type.”
“the love affair is over?”
“oh i love him. but me-n-him wouldn’t work he’s more insane than i am.”
“i see.”
“i need me a nice stable republican,” i said.
“ok, i gotta go,” he said.
“I’M JUST KIDDING!”

then we started chatting about my ultra-weird quietness of late.

“what’s new?”
“nothing.”
“why are you so quiet?”
“i’m not.”
“you never write,” he said.
“it was your turn!”
“it was?”
“yes, if you ignore me i go away.”

then we got to talking about art and such.

“yeah, i dragged my friends to see that last show.”
“did you notice the verb there?”
“uh, what?” i asked.
“dragged. you had to force them.”
“oh i always force, drag, manipulate, beg.”
“i see.”
“i’m mean like that.”
“yeah, all you loft people are too busy writing to buy art.”
“well, there are no words.”
“but i read,” he said.
“but you don’t read a lot of fiction,” i said.
“well yeah. ficition is just somebody working through their problems. it takes too long. art you can just look at and intepret what you want.”

then we went on to talk about other stuff that i can’t remember already (because i am chatting with heather).

but then he said something like.
“so what are you working on?”
“oh, it’s a piece about this problem i have. i’m hoping to work it out in the end.”

that’s when he left. but not before inviting me to two upcoming arty things.

p.s. darlng ones, i have meetings tomorrow. i won’t be so chatty i promise.