I always thought it's a funny idea to mess with your future-self and add bits of nonsense to your journals, don't you think? Like in 50 years time, will you even remember which bits were reality and which bits spewed straight out of your weird imagination? Oh yeah, that time I was walking down Brunswick street and tripped over the sidewalk only to land in an inflatable pool of jelly which was so strange because who put that jelly there? Then a handsome dude with ginger stubble came along and fished me out of the jelly in such a sweet way, and we giggled and it started to rain and the jelly washed off into the gutter and the ginger stubbled man skipped away on the back of a... novelty sized german shepherd? I think. My memory is foggy. Maybe it was the back of a motorbike.
Anywho, the daydreamers notebook is now available in my shop, yay! Lovingly printed by my friends @horselovelabel and hand stitched. Only eight dollars. Ready to be scribbled all over in whatever way you please, and sturdy enough to be tucked inside a backpack and (if necessary) fished out from a puddle of jelly and wiped clean.