I don’t even know what to say at the moment because I was just so panicked that I couldn’t get into my Prosebox Diary Journal. I forgot the combination on the lock. I haven’t logged on IN A YEAR. And I couldn’t remember my email, and I couldn’t remember my password, and then my eye started to twitch because I was having OpenDiary flashbacks, and I was all, “It’s gone, it’s all gone. All my tangles.”
But then poof, miraculously, I got in and it’s here, and it looks totally different but it’s fine, because I need to vomit a bunch of Next Week Rants upon you, and by that I mean, SEE YA IN SIX MONTHS!
No, srsly, Sirs and Madams, I still have undying love for your Faceholes, and I do want to start writing more. I even put it as an item in my BULLET JOURNAL. Yes, it’s true, back in September I started Bullet Journaling. It’s going…well. And by well I mean SEE YA IN SIX MONTHS! No but srsly (why do I keep saying that I sound like a stand up comedian) I do love my Bullet Journal, and it’s helping me smooth out my brain tangles and get things done. Raise your hand if you know of the Bullet Journal of which I speak, and also let me know if you do that too.
COCO IS AMAZING AND MY APARTMENT IS STILL THE BEST THING EVER AND WORK IS GOING VERY WELL, AND I’M MOSTLY HEALTHY EXCEPT FOR A FEW BITS THAT HURT FROM TIME TO TIME AND I HAVE A COUPLE FINGERBANG STORIES FOR YOU, BUT I’M MOSTLY CELEBATE. : (
Anyway, I need to get back into the swing of this. Gotta jam for now, my Job Werk is VERY DEMANDING.
I LOVE YOU BYE!
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