Here is something I wrote on a scrap piece of paper I had laying around. It seems that when I need a notebook the most there are none to be found. It was inspired by the words printed along the side.
On a related note, I have a thing for photo booths. Anytime I come across one, at the state fair, in a bar, or anywhere I am compelled to go inside and see how many different personalities I can confine to that little
black and white strip.
Who would you be, alone in a photo booth?