My head hurts I think I have hypothermia. The journal is now currently sitting on my radiator, thawing after I forget to take it in last night, and slowly dripping coffee on the beige carpet.

Then proceeded to run quickly back inside in fear of being caught for the huge brown mark that is now sitting happily on my mum’s whitewashed wall :S.Īnd now that I have done the deed, all I can say is that it was LIBERATING. Finally, I plucked up the courage and flung the entire mug of coffee at my innocent little journal. I stood there with the mug in my hand (which was shivering uncontrollably at this point) for a good two minutes telling myself that I was crazy and demanding to know what the hell I was doing. Then I wasted another five minutes double checking that none of my nosey neighbours were peering at me through their net curtains before I finally convinced myself it was safe to bring out the coffee. Today I spent ten minutes in my back garden, in thin cotton pyjamas, while it was -2° outside, trying to jam the journal between the slats in the back of the bench. I have decided to dive right into one of the scarier pages in hope that it will make the book look shabbier and I will in turn have fewer qualms about eventually lobbing it from my 3rd story English classroom window. But I'm struggling to move past this stage I think's its because it still (from the outside at least) looks relatively clean. So I got this on friday, and have slowly been completing the easier pages poking hole in the paper, chucking it at my brothers head (he ducked just in time) and wearing it around tied to my head with a shoelace.

Wreck this box keri smith