bus number 5 from Kyoto Station (or, we can all be asshole, sometime)

if you’ve been paying attention, and i know you have, you’ve noticed i’ve been asking, well no, pleading for some postcard love. and i love postcards – giving and receiving (totally versatile here – hey! stop laughing!) and yeah, i’ve gotten 3 in just the past week alone. woo-hoo! and I’ve also been on a certain bearwebsite flirting with various boys and asking for postcards all week. then the other night, i wake up at 2 or 3 am, i don’t remember exactly when, go online, chat briefly with another bearguy and ask for a postcard, go to the fridge, and find a postcard i got some weeks ago. i re-read it, smile, and look up the guy on that website, click on his profile, take a quick read, and realize the time, and try to get back to sleep. the next night, online (surprise), looking at men (surprise) and get a message (actual surprise!) “Hey asshole, i sent you a postcard a few weeks ago, and you never thanked me!”

ruh roh! ! so i start to type, hemmna hemmna, er, um, gee, you won’t believe this but i swear just last night i took the card off the fridge to remind me to say, well, er, sorry, i guess i’m just an asshole, how can i, er, make it up to you? oh, jeez, maybe by starting to say THANKS!??!

yikes. but he was more than totally cool about it, and we chatted, about his traveling, and other stuff, and he’s even promised more postcards to my undeserving hairy ass (wait, what does that mean?) —– and by the way, he did NOT call me an asshole; too classy for that – i just occasionally embellish. excuse me while i take my ten-incher to the urinal….

– so, wanna see for yourself if i’m an asshole? send me somethin’!