don't confess

Day Three Hundred and Sixty Five The last night of the year ended in carnage, with three costume changes, champagne and donuts... Four out of Five women barefoot the others, sensibly, in flats. Cow and Duck warred over who could Quack/Moo "oh na na, what's my name" most recognisably, there was a... Sign in to see full entry.

Day Three Hundred and Sixty Four We smile, make eye contact with everyone we see, mostly because we're friendly, partly because we're curious and other times because we want you to know we've seen your face. You're less likely to follow through with whatever you had planned to do if you know we can... Sign in to see full entry.

Day Three Hundred and Sixty Three I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, there are no mistakes and no coincidences. Tonight as I left the house for work, it was raining and generally gloomy, when I saw a little piece of sparkle on the floor. I am, of course, inquisitive by... Sign in to see full entry.

Day Three Hundred and Sixty Two I spent two months living in my new apartment, convinced my bedroom was haunted. I would have the hardest time going to sleep in there, it was easily ten degrees colder than any other room even with the heat up full. I always kept my curtains closed to keep in the... Sign in to see full entry.