Is that lint in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?

Last night I did some laundry and I found the ticket sub from my Son's Christmas concert in the pocket of my jeans. There are two places where this would fit in the journal. There is a page that is to be removed, laundered and replaced in the book,

or there's this pocket lint page. 

While not specifically pocket 'lint' it did get all mushed up and is a reminder of a good memory. In my mind it breaches the gap between traditional journals  "Dear Diary, today I went to my son's Christmas concert. He is such a fantastic child I love him more that life itself... blah, blah, blah..." and the purpose of the this journal which is wanton destruction. 

I also didn't glue it in, but used tape. Such a rebel, I know.