Wreck This Journal Standstill for Wusses

Wreck This Journal Standstill for Wusses Here we are, week 6 of Wreck This Journal, and Im at such a limit at the present time. Alright, perhaps not a limit, however sort of a halt. A stop for wusses. Ive found that I am so humiliated to do anything unusual open with the diary (like walk it)- or even approach somebody to wreck it for me (like one page educates) that I just totally, uh, quit destroying. For seven days. Seven days! That is the reason there was no passage a week ago, in spite of the fact that I thought of different reasons that intentionally persuaded me that they were the genuine explanation I wasnt destroying (albeit subliminally I knew better). So Im still on the sheltered pages, similar to the ones I destroyed for this present week (which cannot be all entirely like they typically are, on the grounds that Picnik is smelling today wont pack my photographs! Grr!): Despite the fact that the stamp page has been secured, its excessively perfect efficient for me. I have an inclination that Im going to continue heaping on the stamps until were authoritatively done toward the month's end. I was unable to make sense of how to cover the opening at the base of my pipe, so the water continued pouring through. I at long last put my pinky finger in there, topped it off, drank the water as fast as conceivable before everything spilled out. I think I likely drank a fourth of what I poured in there. I was such a water chaser. I never put my pants in the dryer (except if Im not keen on eating or breathing the following day), so I needed to dry my page on the drying rack. I loved having it there. I have such a large number of arbitrary things in my handbag that I chose to constrain myself to the trash that was in there. As should be obvious, I had a cold as of late for all intents and purposes live on Orbit gum. I truly like the unfilled pack of gum that I stuck on the left page, since it stands out of my diary makes it look extra wrecky. Presently dont misunderstand me, dear perusers individual wreckers I am playing around with my destroying! In any case, I would rather not say it, Im getting exhausted. I need to go outside focus on the diary the earth! I need to live by my Wreck This Journal mantra of Make a Mess, Michelle do it for the world to see. Alright, that last part is an untruth, yet I would like to take this to another level I need to get over this modesty (which Ive never experienced ever. Truly. Not once). So Im going to guarantee you this: this week, Im going to cause myself to do whatever page I go to. Im not permitted to pick this week! Thatll show me.