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The Journal

There were several journals that I had on and off, and I can safely suppose that this one might be one of them. Although it seems that I’ll be keeping this one for quite some time, or at least it won’t be put off as some sort of offhanded whim.
As for the journal’s title, One says hello, the name was based on whim to some certain extent. But to define it would be a whimsical, “Hello,” to all, visitors, readers, etc… That’s just the title though, the actual sentence that I came up with continues on in this manner, One says hello, another says goodbye and the third says nil. In short, there is no real definition to the whole shebang, it is all on whim.

The Webmistress

Dull as it may sound, my name on and off line is Erica Lee, so go knock yourselves out.
My being oodles of fun to everyone depends if I like them, which in this case, I have to, seeing as this a public journal. Now, of course, I wouldn’t purposefully write to offend but I will imply it, but that only happens if you get me off my rocker somehow, which everyone has a fifty-fifty chance on.
My personality easily outlines the very definition of sarcasm, it which case a lower form of satire might ensue. Why not the highest form? Well, what does ’satire’ mean?
I usually play the game of formality and decor so try not to act coy then my mask of immaculateness will fade and we will become the best of friends.
As it is, I am proceeding to fulfill my purpose of becoming an artist and a writer. Not a bad combination, is it not? As to which would be my steadfast career, it does not really matter, they are both what I enjoy pursuing and more than likely, they might just be a hobby that can be rotated around depending on what I want to do at that moment. So forgive my indecisiveness for at the very least, I am decided on the career choices I made.

If the possibilities of feeling self-pity was egoism, the act of graciousness obliging, a sense of compassion as means for amends and the thought of life was insatiable, it is quite possible to have humanity standing on needlepoint - perceive how mankind plummets in such a manner.