Hot journaler-on-journaler action (part drei)
This is one of the pics that Von sent. She’s using another in her entry about our day and there’s a third that should only ever be used for blackmail purposes.
Responding: Ha! I forgot about pulling a Bishonenworks calendar off the wall saying, “You gotta see the boys.” And no, they’re not naked on the calendar. Sheesh. Like I’d share naked pics with a woman only moments before her BF picks her up. (I may be a mental patient, but I’m not crazy.)
While not exactly “cubicle-friendly” (unless you have really friendly co-workers), the boys are clothed. Mostly. The naughty bits are covered anyway. And November is bondage month. Mark your calendars. 
As for excuses, girl, you don’t have to make them for your hair or anything else. You’re just fine the way you are. As for my hair, well, Von did remark, “I didn’t know your hair was that long.” Which my mind instantly translated to “When was the last time you had a haircut?” I babbled on about how I’ve only had it trimmed twice since my last, real, bald-guy haircut in June 2000. Old defensive behavior shining through. [Sigh.]
Anyway, conversation was not what you might expect. Having read each other’s journals for seven freakin’ years now, there’s not much that hasn’t been said. There was no need for any of the getting-to-know-you stuff, so we could just be. And just being with friends is what friendship is all about.
I think in the whole afternoon we only said a couple of paragraphs about journalling. And since neither of us have any secrets, there was no dishing of off-the-record dirt. I mean, there’s just no down-low to be had. Everything and nothing is the sum and substance of our visit. And that made it really nice, and really comfortable.
And I can’t wait for Sushi 102.
Oh! This just in…
I love picture three. Hee! You can use any picture you want to use.
So here it is…
February 27th, 2005 at 3:24 pm EST
I’m dying over heah!