you can get the same effect from a mincing gel

There was snow all around this morning, soft and powdery, floaty dream-snow that wouldn't stick on the roads but blanketed the grass and lay gently along the trees. mmmmmm.

I've decided that today will be wonderful. And so far, it is. I think I'll get coffee and a buttered toasted bagel later, because that will make me happy.

And you know what else makes me happy? Why, a different kinda Joey, that's what!

Hair by hetrez

There's always five minutes between when he gets out of the shower and when he turns the blow dryer on that he'll let Joey pluck at him, pulling one curl at a time and laying them out flat and wet on his head. Joey likes to watch the perfect helix pattern fall apart, sprawl and straighten when he tugs at it just a little.

It's short, but in that tiny little space you get a strong sense of Joey, the smell of coconut and coffee beans, the feel of Justin's hair. And the best thing is that Joey's so mercurial in it, one second content and the next angry, and it all takes place in a few sentences, so skilfully done.

mr. plow

...y'know, now that I think of it--the Wee Sister never does cute little LotRPS birthday cards for me. Ah well. I can live vicariously. *g*

It's still snowing outside, off and on, thoughtless dazed little flutters of it every now and again, and it's so pretty I could cry. But I won't, because I'm wearing eyeliner today on a whim, and don't want the streaky-look.

Love you guys.