Last Thursday, I attempted to talk with my little brother Alex about soccer via text message. Emphasis on attempted.
ZGS SMS: I am about to interview you for my new blog. Begin. You look like a cross between me and a Mexican version of our dad. What's up with that? (10:15 AM 5/13/2010)
AlexText: I have no idea how it happened, but i have always enjoyed being tanner. Probably the same way someone enjoys being tall. (11:31 AM 5/13/2010)
ZGS SMS: Are you tall? (11:33 AM 5/13/2010)
AlexText: I'd say I'm a little above average height. (5:55 PM 5/13/2010)
ZGS SMS: Narcissist. Anything else you want to brag about? (5:59 PM 5/13/2010)
AlexText: I'm not bragging. Just answering some blogger's text messages in an honest, less-than-160-characters manner. (6:07 PM 5/13/2010)
ZGS SMS: So. Boring. Okay, soccer question: Who do you think will have the best male pattern baldness at World Cup 2010? (6:13 PM 5/13/2010)
ZGS SMS: This is taking forever. Answer me. (9:08 PM 5/13/2010)
ZGS SMS: I don't love you anymore. (11:13 PM 5/13/2010)
I think he started ignoring my texts because I was basically smashing his face in with hard-hitting journalism.
