Someone Needs To Explain This...

I blame OU for making me believe that all people are awesome and that "random roommates" are always going to be super cool and turn into your new BFF's.. or even just respect one another.

Welcome to the real world... or the world of Craigslist roommates.

So here it goes... the story of the man boy in the basement.

I had a bunch of my best friends in town for NYE here in DC. It was hands down one of the best weekends of my life. I only have a few towels at my house so I asked everyone to bring their own, along with pillows, blankets, etc; Well one morning, we woke up to a peculiar sight on the kitchen table. There was a white towel spread out with what appeared to be a "questionable brown stain" with a note that read, "Someone needs to explain this..."

At first, I thought it was a joke. We all laughed it off and I kept saying, "Okay guys, whose towel is this?" No one fessed up so I figured they were too embarrassed by the "questionable brown stain" to speak up.

About 2 days later, I finally saw "the man boy in the basement" and he abruptly said, "did you see the note I left?!" to which I replied, "ha, yeah what was that about?!" and he said, "one of your little friends went downstairs and wiped their ass on my towel!"

...let me just let that sink in for a moment...

I felt an immediate sense of confusion and then, I couldn't hold it in any more, I burst out laughing. I said, "You have to be kidding me! You actually think one of my friends, went all the way into the basement just to wipe their ass on your towel?" Do you know how ridiculous that sounds.

Now mind you.. no one went in the basement the entire weekend and there would be no reason to go down there. I only go down there to do my laundry.

Well,

I have an idea for you Mr. Man Boy in the Basement....

Did you ever think that maybe you didn't wipe your own ass good enough and when you got out of the shower, you wiped your own ass on your own damn towel?

He's a Professional

A text my friend Matt sent me:

"I've gotten so tired of people asking me what an annuity marketer does.. I've started telling people I'm a professional vampire hunter.

When they tell me vampires don't exist, I reply that I'm really good at my job."

Digital Death

Twitter just released a new plan that allows family members to petition and remove Twitter accounts for their deceased loved ones.

Just a thought: Are gay couples allowed to petition their deceased partners Twitter account too or is the Bible against that as well...

Anywho, I have had a few encounters with haunting, deceased Facebook accounts. For example, one of my friends passed away last summer after a long hard fight with Leukemia at only 18 years old. Facebook sends me constant reminders like, "Reconnect with Blake." and "Wish Blake a happy 19th birthday!" Not to mention, the countless wall posts saying, "Thinking of you. Wishing you were here," on my news feed.

Of course, these reminders make me sad, but more so, they make me happy. It is nice to be able to look back on Blake's profile, and others that have passed and be able to "pay your respects" or browse through old photos to remember.In this case, Blake's family "took over" his account information to update and thank Blake's social network for support. I'm sure it is and was very difficult for his family to manage his profile account, but I would  like to think that they get some comfort from looking back and reading Blake's thoughts and postings from time to time.

In this day and age, we die two deaths, the physical and the digital. Or, we can let our social network sites live on as a sort of homage to our lives...

Forever 41: Blake <3