Now I just need something to write about in it.

Oh, I got a new gbook template as well. Maybe you'd like to sign it. Or maybe you wouldn't. No pressure. If you read but we've never spoken before, say hello! I don't bite, I promise. I picked the colours for it myself, look, they work! You can read the text and see the links and everything! (Yes, I am ashamed of being proud of this.)

I thought this short description was appropriate. Is it from a song? I can't think where I've heard it, but it's been playing on my mind the last few days so I thought I'd share. I don't like it actually, I find it very annoying. It's cheesy. Whoever wrote that thought they were saying so much but in fact they weren't really saying much of anything.

You already knew that though.

Yesterday I cut my thumb open on the edge of a tin. It bled a lot.

Yeah.

I want a haircut. I haven't had it cut for years, ever since I let myself be pressured into having it far shorter than I wanted and regretting it thoroughly afterwards. I decided then that I would never let anyone else pick my hairstyle for me.

I was thinking about long layers, with a fringe that's kind of long too, only at the sides of my face. I don't like the look of those short fringes people get to make them look younger, to me they just look odd. Apologies if you have one.

My mind was blank when I started to write this entry, and I'm afraid things haven't improved. I'm just going to give up now. Bye.

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