Wreck This Journal :: Week 5
Dear Wreck This Journal,
What happened to week 5? (What the heck happened to week 4, for that matter? I sure missed the boat on that one.) You have sat ignored and unappreciated at my bedside for two weeks now. And for that, I am sorry. There has been no wrecking from me, and you must be mighty upset. I will do my best to make it up to you, possibly by smearing your pages with Lucky Charm marshmallow rainbows or drawing destructive things on your cover that I think are ugly but you will love.
Please forgive me, Journal. I promise that from here on out, things will be better for the both of us. And if you could just help me pack up the contents of my apartment and wrap up my work projects and get me travel insurance quotes and passport photos and give me an extra 4 hours in the day for the next couple weeks so we can have more time together, that would be AWESOME.






















































