My Journal
Hello journal, you neglected tiny drain on my bank account. Why is it that I pay for you? Do I ever use you? Rarely. I write a journal entry every day, but it's usually on my way home, while driving my car. Yeah, I liked Friday's entry, the one about the last truly summerwarm day before the air started carrying a cooler undercurrent, and something clever to segue into talking a bit about KOOP, and how much I enjoy the song "Summer Sun". I had some clever little images of leaves, which at the time didn't sound like a bunch of jejune, empty metaphors.
So yes, my dear journal, I frequently think of you. I would dearly love to spend more quality time with you, but it seems, once confronted by unfeeling, hard keys and a blank white screen, nothing seems important enough to record for posterity.
So yes, my dear journal, I frequently think of you. I would dearly love to spend more quality time with you, but it seems, once confronted by unfeeling, hard keys and a blank white screen, nothing seems important enough to record for posterity.