Deeeeecimber
Dear Journal,
I never write in you. Why is that? Because I live locked up in a solid brick house, with TEN LITTLE PIGGIES. Am I afraid of the big bad wolf shimmying down the chimney? Nay, for that wolf be roasting over the flame and the smoke of his soul is twirling up and out that chimney, for one good lass and TEN FAT HOGS can take on one puny wolf, easy. A stringy beast for supper, but a mighty symbol to dine upon.
I'm still not writing in you.
Sucks to be you, Journal, because I'm up to all kinds of crazytimes. You won't be hearin' 'bout 'em. PTTTHH.
Love and kisses,
Your ma,
J.&c.
I never write in you. Why is that? Because I live locked up in a solid brick house, with TEN LITTLE PIGGIES. Am I afraid of the big bad wolf shimmying down the chimney? Nay, for that wolf be roasting over the flame and the smoke of his soul is twirling up and out that chimney, for one good lass and TEN FAT HOGS can take on one puny wolf, easy. A stringy beast for supper, but a mighty symbol to dine upon.
I'm still not writing in you.
Sucks to be you, Journal, because I'm up to all kinds of crazytimes. You won't be hearin' 'bout 'em. PTTTHH.
Love and kisses,
Your ma,
J.&c.