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Man, prom weekend my hair was like, way greasier and nastier than normal. Look at this shit:





Note: UnnecessaryZ is quite a bit heavier than dunx. There's no way I'd get the two of us moving down a hallway fast enough to give Z a concussion when we hit the ground. Er, not that I ever did that with dunx. Edit: every time I look at that bottom picture I expect Z to have his hands on my tits. That he does not is a testiment to his gentlemanlyness, and but not to his hilarity.

Also, I wish I didn't look like such a chump in this picture:



because everone else looks rad. I think I need new pants. Those ones make me look fat. Or maybe I'm just getting fat. Yeah, I'm probably just getting fat.

In this picture, if you look closely



you can see my reflection in Scopitone's glasses. And no, Scopitone and I did NOT do it on Friday night, even though we probably should have, simply because I have not had a chance to score with an attractive male of my species in... in... in a very long time.

Also, dunx looks really good in his work clothes.



It's unfortunate that he insists on taking them off when he gets home from work, but at least I usually get to watch him taking them off before he takes a shower. Also, his shower curtain is kinda see-through. Rock on.

This, my friends



is where I answer your help requests. You can't really tell, but those papers on my desk are my heating bill and my tax forms. It's fucking glamorous, believe you me.

Thanks to Luminaire for the pictures, and for giving me a ride to and from SF so I could go to prom and look at all you wonderful people from a distance.

I'm up past my bedtime.