In 48 Hours, My Thoughts'll Transcend, The Line Between Loving And Losing A Friend

Good Luck Joes - 48 Hours

Interesting tidbit, this song is written about the sister of one of my roommates from last year. Truth.


So there's been some issues brought to my attention regarding last night's post. Specifically, how the stranger on the bus was interpreting my comments about his sparkly sparkly face. Now, I was merely trying to tell him that I liked it.

However, other people see it different ways, and I've been told by someone that perhaps he interpreted it as me coming on to him. Now first off, this boy was not gay. I pride myself on my prime gaydar, and it wasn't going off at all. Also, I'm not gay either, thus meaning homosexuality was not involved here. I discussed it with several of my gay friends, including GayRoommate, and none of them thought that they would view it as a come on.

What was decided, however, is that one of two things was happening. One, the situation I presented earlier, where he was making out with a girl and caught some of her sparkles. Two, he was totally aware of his sparkly face, and he was just screwing with me to see how I'd react.

Either one is totally reasonable I do believe.


Also, this makes me super sad. Now this is clearly not news. We knew about this long ago. But every reminder of it is still heartbreaking. I don't know if you know this about me, but I'm incredibly sentimental. I've been known to hang on to pieces of refuse (gun wrappers, pieces of paper, popsicle sticks) because they mean something to me, and I can't bear to throw them away.

So seeing something like Polaroids disappear is terribly sad for me. Plus, some of my favorite pictures in my possession are Polaroids. They simply look way cooler. There's no denying it. So I kind of want to cry. Don't judge me.