This is quite random but...
If I ever get a dog, I want to call it Pie.

Now that I've said that...

It's winter. It's raining. All is good. Like cake
-Well, except for my best friend whose shed it flooded. Ouch.
-And the cake wasn't the best. It was a bit dry.
-And I should do some work.
-And I have too much sport on. But I'm not getting any fitter. Actually, I'd say I'm getting lazier.

...it's the weather. Yeah, that's my excuse. And my Grandma's.
That's probably why this journal makes no sense whatsoever. Yep, the weather.
~Grey

(Oh, and if anyone reads this, do you have a recipe for banana or chocolate cake or icing? 'Cause I reallllly need one...)

EDIT: Thought I'd mention here that my Grandma fell the other day... She might be totally blind in one eye cause she broke the bone around it and it is affecting her optic nerve...