not your little brother, remember? older. much older.

you're kidding, right? no way out the shirtless thing? because i can handle the ass grabs (okay, not really, i just haven't figured out a way to stop them without resorting to violence), but if someone decides to fondle my back, i'm going to drop something and i don't want to think about how much of a mess that would make. or how much it will cost to replace the glassware.

i would say i'm hoping the other guy shows up after all, but i would by lying. if i make what i made Wednesday, we'll be getting cable and internet on monday.

there's 'Pua Me Hua Hana' in the fridge. two kinds of fish with coconut milk, Kalua roast pork, with grilled bananas and Molokai sweet potatoes. nothing's wrong with it, they just made too much and let me take some home.

NOM. I'll take that food off your hands, then.

And yes. No shirt for you. You can wear a hat though I'm bringing my cowboy hat.

nom all you want, tomorrow's friday, i doubt there will be any free food, so we might actually have to cook.

i don't think i even own a hat. eh, with my skin color i blend into the wood walls so hopefully i can be Chameleon Man and no one will see me anyway.

Haaa. I will point you out.

You could paint a shirt on.

isn't that what those playboy bunnies do at those parties? uh... i'll pass.

bet you'll have quite a fan club that night, trying to follow the tattoos all the way down. with their tongues

It's tragic how few offers like that I've gotten.

I mean, that's why they start so high on my hips, after all. That was part of the POINT.