My pain point about diaries? I don't want to re-read them. Ever.

All I remember of my previous diaries is the cover peeling away followed by my urge to rip all the leather apart.

But this diary cannot rot. It's my website, after all. And the more you read it, the less the chances of pages going missing ...

Scratch that. Nah, that's cringe. I can't be serious with this, who am I fooling? My best friend swayed me into posting this sorry excuse of a blog.

10 thousand readers and I get a trip to Japan!

Of course I said no to his face, ain't no way you'll see me nodding on tape. Pay me first, that crap's humiliating.

But still. A flight to, and tour of, Kyoto sounds like a dream, don't you think? And I get to explore Higashikurume?!! I get excited from just saying it.

I do wonder though. I mean. If I go, he'll go as well, right? It's his money sure, but it's my trip, so he would ask first I assume.

And when he asks I'll say 'sorry I needed that TSA PreCheck' and he'll probably go 'stop joking!', fake crying like he usually does.

Guy's a buffoon, massive clown off the streets, uber lame. But I wouldn't mind seeing him again. Just one more week 'till then...

Oh by the way, my name's Selam Marshall. Attached are a few photos, so this feels a tad bit more personal.