Clareified

No one answered me on twitter, but I really need an answer. So…baby octopuses….good pet/bad pet? I need a foolproof decision making system and Paul the Octopus has sold me on celaphod power!

UPDATE: Kearns keeps saying he’s going to EAT my octopus with salt! And then he RUBS his belly!! #RUDE

A watched calendar never turns.

My father said there were two kinds of people in the world: givers and takers. The takers may eat better, but the givers sleep better.

-Marlo Thomas

via twitter.com/allthingsbb

My mom calls to say that she’s buying me a new pair of sneakers for my birthday. Awesome, right?
Uh uh
“To get them you have to throw out those ugly pink sneakers and I have to see you do it.”

If Mary has unleashed the curse of the skull rock in our cabin, I expect you will avenge my death.

No matter what you may hear or read…I do NOT have a super secret sex blog!

What exactly are the inane comment Friday rules?

How likely is it that Vinnay remembers that yesterday: the Sabres were bounced from the playoffs, he busted out of the BBT5 event he won last week or the heartbreaking end to his torrid romance with a hot brunette? If this were twitter, I’d add a glugglug hashtag. Also, if anyone knocked on your door last night claiming to be the gestapo…um…it was probably Vin.

When deciding between the brunch destination choices of a dude who lives on the Upper East side and his girlfriend visiting from Boston, always choose that of the New Yorker. Even if he steals donuts. Which, HE DOES.

Also, when aforementioned girlfriend says they’re going to get there early and form the line…remember that she is Russian. #Nottobetrusted #truestory #HappyBirthday

I heard some form of this story not too long ago. It stuck with me, for various reasons, but I’m not entirely sure I’ve settled on its meaning. I don’t necessarily remember all the real specifics, but here is my generalized retelling.

This is the story of two boys.
Friends since childhood, they started their relationship much the way we all do when we’re young. To wit: Hi, we’re the same age! Let’s play.
And play they did. Bikes, balls, running, videogames, they were two peas in a pod.
Then one of them fell into drugs. And he fell hard. He quickly moved up the addiction ladder from sneaking sips of beer to stealing his sister’s mp3 player to get money for cocaine.
His parents shuttled him from one unsuccessful rehab center to another. All the while, his best friend worrying, supporting, visiting, helping the best he could with a struggle, even men three times his age couldn’t begin to tackle.
Ultimately, the drug abuse had too powerful a hold. And when his friend stole his identity and directed the police to his door for a crime his friend had committed, he knew it was time to cut ties. Sadly, he turned the page and walked away.
They would, however, find each again some years later.
The non drug addict boy had graduated from college by now, had some minor successes, but had lost his job due to marked economic decline at the decade’s end. He hustled soft card games for money, subletted an apartment, dated occasionally. He was getting by.
His friend, on the other hand, had seemingly finally found the rehab program that worked. He had been clean for almost a year when he sheepishly showed up at his friend’s door to apologize for the things he’d done.
The young men hugged and no further words about the past were uttered. The former addict introduced his fiancee. Told his friend about the business he’d started. They picked up where they’d left off before drugs had cut their friendship short.
However, a few months into their adult friendship, the former drug addict came to his friend wanting to talk.
He was concerned about his pal.
“You need direction. I have a relationship and I’m a businessman. You are just wasting your life with nonsense. Yvonne and I are worried about you. Look at me!”
The young man listened quietly. He finished his cigarette and tried to suppress a smile.
“Yes. Look at you,” and he walked away without another word.