PostSecret is an ongoing community art project where people mail in their secrets anonymously on one side of a homemade postcard. I find it to be an amazing sociological experiment. Here are last week's secrets that resonate with me:
When I was in high school, I had a boyfriend that drove a convertible. He used to spit while going down the freeway. He'd hock a lugie and spit UP over his head so the spit wad would pass over his car and onto the windshield of the car behind him. Ewwwwwww. Gross!
Ahh! The essence of a fantasy life!
About once or twice each year, I feel just this way. Run away. Run away. Find my true home.
When I was in high school, I had a boyfriend that drove a convertible. He used to spit while going down the freeway. He'd hock a lugie and spit UP over his head so the spit wad would pass over his car and onto the windshield of the car behind him. Ewwwwwww. Gross!
Ahh! The essence of a fantasy life!
About once or twice each year, I feel just this way. Run away. Run away. Find my true home.
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