I was so ready to do my PostSecret posting on this actual Sunday instead of the following Friday or something, but my internet was down yesterday. F that. Here's my breakdown:

Because it IS hilarious. Except how freaked out are you to the be the bystander that walks down the aisle of tiny frankensteins after the guilty has run away?

Nervous #twos: Most Unfortunate human reaction. Why couldn't it just stop at clammy hands or obnoxious chattiness?

There's something about Bollywood movies that reinforce the dream of a "5,6,7,8-production number" world.

At least you have the decency to ring it up at all. Not that I'm judging if you don't...
My Secret for the week:
Octopi and squid freak me out. Except I eat calamari...
Can I get an amen?
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