Yay! It's here!
Or, it was here! But it's gone already.
Being, as I am, a shallow follower of trendy internet-based fads -- often as not, rather sparkly sissy girly internet fads -- I recently ordered a copy of Wreck This Journal</i> by Keri Smith. I thank, or blame, my pal Q. Q. Kachoo (yes, that's her real name!) for introducing me to yet another time-wasting, frivolous pursuit; because after all, why be productive when you can goof around and accomplish nothing? I mean, just imagine what the world might have been like if aspiring artist Adolf H. had been distracted by testing different colours of ink in his journal rather than getting arrested for rabble-rousing in beer halls? The whole concept of that book he wrote might have veered in a totally different direction.
Anyway, this book arrived ( Collapse )