dear diary.

i've been cheating on my blog. with a pen and paper. an old fashioned journal.

before i drift off to sleep, i scrawl my thoughts onto the pages. and then i run my fingers over the words. sometimes smearing the ink.

while i eat my lunch, i scratch my fears and anxieties into the pages. and then i brush the crumbs off the paper, sometimes leaving trails of mustard and bbq chip residue.

its not quite the same as my blog. but its nice not to filter my thoughts. nice not to feel any kind of pressure while writing. and i feel delightfully old school too. a little bit retro, don't you think?

a print journal.

i'm fairly certain this makes me a hipster.