Passing a phone box, I noticed someone had carefully graffiti'd inside:
Someone called Luke (or Louis K?) has died? And this is a friend's spontaneous eulogy? If so, I've been to a few funerals where family members said flattering things about the one in the box, but these words seemed one hell of a lot more genuine.
Unless Lou K is a soap character who's been retired, or a pop star who's gone to jail, or a "viral" advert for a game, in which case it's demeaning junk.
If my hot date tomorrow turns out to be an axe murderer, I'd prefer to be remembered in graffiti - if possible in full view of people who're offended by its presence.
My hot date was not an axe murderer.
Axe murderers don't cancel. Humph.
Met a nice young man. He's smart, cute, informed...and having experimented with gay sex once and enjoyed it...doesn't feel the need to try it again.
Met a nice young man. He's smart, cute, informed...and has a boyfriend.
My gay sometime fuckbuddy is spending the day exhausted in bed. I didn't ask what exhausted him.
My straight sometime fuckbuddy is...drunk.
I think I'm starting to see a pattern here.
Friday Update Update:
After spending the day in bed, my gay sometime fuckbuddy was no longer exhausted.
Though now he is again. Heh heh heh.