This is my ninth entry. in Today, I am going to say this

  • March 28, 2025, 1:45 a.m.
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I guess I haven't been doing really well with this journal streak thing im doing.. Most days I really don't have anything to talk about.


Sunny decided not to come outside today. He's probably burrowed somewhere in one of my ginormous trees in the backyard. It rained pretty hard yesterday, so understandable.


I woke up feeling nice because I like gloomy weather. Foggy days are my favorite.


The garden mom has got drenched, so I think that's a good thing for them. No idea, don't have a green thumb. She started planting fruits and veggies so we don't have to buy any anymore.


She would have gotten live chickens, but we live in a neighborhood that was built in the 80's so a bunch of older people live here. And I won't lie, 90% of them are all Karens. For people who don't know what that means, they would snitch right away if we got chickens.


Trust me, we got the cops called on us when we first moved in because our car was parked the wrong direction.


I also decided to finally put my curly hair in a somewhat nice hairstyle. I did a 90's slickback. But thats only because it was looking extra rough and frizzy, so I had no choice.


I've got nothing else to say, so I'll end this here. Goodbye.


March 27, 2025


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