|
Post by »Rippy ♥ on Jun 22, 2007 21:31:21 GMT -5
Hidden beneath the weight of his matress is a thick black book with a golden lock. The lock is broken, and it's easily read, if it were ever to be found. The inside contains bright white paper, and the spine is hardly broken. It's obvious it hasn't been used much yet. But perhaps it will be soon.
June 23 –
"Gawd, I really miss Australia. Hopefully this place won't be too boring for long. Us Aussies are so rad. Sigh.. I just want to make some friends, you know? Well, maybe I can hang out with mom some until I do. I want to get a cat or a dog, but I'm still thinking about it and trying to save up money. Yesterday I went to work for the first time, which was great. Nothing exiting of course, I'm just the custodian for a book store. Speaking of, I need to get a new book on guitar playing, I've grown out of my beginner one. Hey, it'd be pretty sweet if I could start a band once I improve! Maybe I will. Kay so, today I need to clean up my apartment and maybe make a few mates out at the coffee shop if it's open. Cya Kal" [/size]
|
|