In and of itself, this is not particularly noteworthy. If asked, I would have guessed that he probably had one, if only to read the entries of other people. I never bothered to go looking for it, mostly because it never occurred to me. Doesn't really matter.
It sure made me stop and think about some of the things I've said about my office, though - not to mention the fun happy timestamps that show just exactly when I'm wasting this time. I make very few of my posts friends-only.
I'm not worried about Jason. If he's ever 1) seen my journal, 2) made the connection of who I am, and 3) read back and seen my bitch-and-moan sessions, he's not said anything yet. Frankly, my impression of him is that his sense of honor would keep him from repeating any of it to his father, even if he felt he should. And I trust him, at least to the extent I know him.
It could really suck if Joe read some of my older entries, though. While I think that unlikely, it's entirely possible that anyone with Internet access - and these days that's everyone - could be reading it.
At present, at least, I'm not going to change anything. I'm taking a chance, always. But really, life is all about taking chances (or, as Amy would say, making choices). I'd rather continue to think of my life as an open book, and just trust that it's shelved in an unlikely location.