Here are some journal pages and a wonderful new journal cover that may or may not have given me an Usher earworm. I'm using this journal in a fun and childish way that will probably get most of my chunky felt tips used up and on their journey to retirement. I even wrote a dodgy poem using very obvious spooky imagery in various bright colours. The truest form of art (other than Usher songs, of course).
I won't show the details of all the evil plots I'm concocting in here. I gotta have some privacy after all (for all my evil).