The Journal Continues… May 1987. I was caught up in a veritable whirlwind of exciting events this month, I’m amazed I found time to write it all down (they really need to invent a sarcasm font). We won a school quiz night where we scored an Amcal Chemist beach bag, a movie rental voucher, and…
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A Small Essay On Why I’m Here, To Possibly Answer Your Question; “Why Am I Here?”
So I’ve wanted to start a blog for a while – and I want it to be frickin awesome. (At least, not total shit.) I’ve always loved to write but never thought of myself as a ‘writer’… then I watched Sister Act 2 again. (*reader groans and says what the?* …Stay with me for a sec.)…
Still Not A Journal. 