I heart paper

I just bought a new paper journal.

I think I'm a bit obsessive compulsive (insert Amber's laughter here). If I do not have a black, unlined paper journal my sanity becomes frayed slowly...to the point that I lose my ability to think coherently.

And it has to have a little latch thing that closes it... and a pen holder. Of course it's impossible for me to find that type of stetchbook now, so it ends up becoming a mad arts and crafts experience in my room involving me tearing apart the covers of my old journals and using lots of tape to construct a home made journal that meets my specifications.

A lot of tape. Two hours worth of tape. And me sitting on my bed furiously taping. In my underwear. Picture it. I know you can.

I am a strange human being.