You might never read this post.
That’s fine. You asked if I logged journal entries daily. I don’t. I used to.
I write every four days, give or take, something’s bound to happen every Thursday or by Monday.
I asked a friend if her current boyfriend beat around the bush before confessing his true feelings or if he told her right away. She said he conducted the latter and it worked like a charm–they’ve been together longer than you’ve been allowed to purchase cigarettes.
Ah heck, you won’t ever read this post, who am I kidding.