A duet with the fabulous Tony Bennett and, of all people, Lady Gaga. It sounds like it would be weird and gimmicky, but it’s actually impeccable. Lady Gaga has a great voice. Paired with Tony’s classic pipes, she soars. This is truly a must-listen.
Sometimes when I sleep I hug a pillow and pretend it’s a boy
Sometimes all I want is to hold hands in a movie theater
Sometimes I want to hug everyone for no reason
Sometimes I only want to hug the important people in my life
Sometimes I want to buy things for people so they’ll love me
Sometimes I want to tell people how I really feel about them
Sometimes I wish I could make my friendships more equal
Sometimes I want to be asked to do something fun
Sometimes I want to know about my friends problems so I can help
Sometimes I want to run away to San Francisco
Sometimes I want to reconcile with family I don’t talk to
Sometimes I feel disrespected for no reason at all
Sometimes I’m jealous of people who don’t have to try so hard to be noticed
Sometimes I think I’ll never make it in the real world
Sometimes I feel like I’ve been in the real world since I was ten
Sometimes I think everyone around me is using me
Sometimes I fear misinterpreted signals will end my strongest friendship
Sometimes I think people are only humoring me
Sometimes I feel like I know everything
Sometimes I feel like my naïveté borders on dumb ignorance
Sometimes I feel like people think I’m only good in small doses
Sometimes I think people want me to go away
Sometimes I’m angry at everything around me
Sometimes I want to yell from the mountain tops who I really am
Sometimes I fear I’ll be poor all my life
Sometimes I think my friends’ expectations of me are unrealistic
Sometimes all I want to do is crawl into a hole and go to sleep
Sometimes I want to win friends and influence people
I cannot stop watching this video for some reason. Every time I see it, I feel overwhelmed with emotion. I feel sad for every person who’s suffered. I feel proud of everyone who dares to make a difference. Above all, I feel an infinite amount of hope, and I’m totally assured that everything is going to be okay.
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I recently had a conversation with my roommate in which I told him that I didn’t want to live with him anymore. To my surprise, he was perfectly okay with that. I don’t know what to think about that yet, but as far as I can gather from what he told me, he was already planning on moving out anyway. I guess we’ll just find our own places and go our separate ways.
It’s a little disappointing to me for a few reasons. Firstly, living and going to school together has been our plan for the last eighteen months. It feels like I’ve thrown it all away now. Secondly, he gives me reason to believe that this is actually what he wants. His tone tells me it’s a relief to him. That hurts my feelings. I know I said I didn’t care and I want it this way, and I do. It just seems like he was putting me on when he told me how excited he was to live with me here.
I’m almost positive that, when I do move out, I’ll never see him again. I guess that’s the real disappointment. I’ll do my own thing and he’ll do his, and those things will be very different. I’m afraid we both want it that way, and neither of us will mind never speaking to each other again.
I don’t know how to explain it. I’m getting what I want, but it still fells weird. Even though I want things to be this way, I feel like I’m losing something.
This is one of the feel-goodiest songs ever written. I <3 Hank Williams.
I am no longer the cool gay uncle. I never really was an uncle really. The name was a reference to what could’ve been. My roommate (the one who’s choosing to forgo a responsible adult life for a few more years and instead will likely end up moving back to his hometown to let daddy take care of him some more) told me that he was looking forward to being my friend when we both settle down and start families. He told me that his kids will see me as their uncle. That’s where I got the idea for this anonymous blog and it’s why I was happier for a short period of time than I usually am.
But it’s over now. So I have a new name for my blog. And since my blog’s name doesn’t refer to me, I’ll just tell you now that my name is Randy. From now on, that’s what I’ll refer to myself as. It’s my name.