The Jessen Boys

I have two brothers one older and one Younger. (Supposedly, I exhibit 'middle child syndrome', but damn, lets see exactly how many time people forget to pick you up after junior high cross country, academic challenge, track, and church youth events before you start getting a little scittery about being forgotten again.) Both are married, own houses, and have started careers, but due to age differences I am closer to my younger brother Tate. (4 years older, 18 months younger) I think Reagan made my mother horny and forget the pill. He was a great man. If it were not for the cowboy hat and the 70 year age difference, he would make me horny. It is just wrong to be turned on by the inspiration for your conception.
Anyway, needless build up to the point. Tate called last night at midnight. Now his wife and I get along well, but she hates when he and I are in the mood to talk. We are often referred to as the Gilmore Girls because of the rate, wit, and subject matter of our conversations. I get to be Rory and he is Lorelei. Which is a reasonably apt description in so far that I am still in school and just recently decided that I am slutty, while he is distinctly hotter and has been slutty for a much longer time. Anyway our conversations are chipmunk-like to outside observers not privy to the language and symbols forged in our youth. To be honest, I thoroughly enjoy the quick meaningless batter that I rarely get to share with others. (When I just spell checked this entry, the program suggested Menelaus, the king of Sparta in Homer's epic poetry, as a replacement for my misspelled meaningless. This simultaneously indicates how horrendously I spelled meaningless, and the range of words found in this dictionary.) Of course when he called I was passed out from work based exhaustion, so the conversation was work focused. A cousin of ours just got his first real job after hanging around his parents house for a 20 month 'cool' down period. I mention how it is about time our cousin sunk his teeth into the meaningless drudgery that an engineering degree earns you. My brother retorts, "I kind of like my job, its not bad." I return, "Well, mine blows serious chunks." He responds, "If we are being honest and not just reciting what we tells ourselves at night so we can sleep. My job sucks ass as well and here is why ...." And that is why I love talking to him.