My lack of postage about PostSecret may lead you to think I love it less. Oh, contrare. I'm just not very good about posting anything. Besides, who doesn't like a more concise run-down of the past few weeks? Whatever, so... here's a compilation of my faves over the past month or so.

Besides, I would taste like hand sanitizer because I'm injesting it into my bloodstream...

My inside cat takes it upon herself to tell ME when she's ready to look outside. Or she waits for someone to leave the door open...

I love this. It says "I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings because I know that I'm the one who's lucky enough to make you feel better later. So let's be idiotic together forever." And isn't that what destiny is?

Yale? Who knew? I thought someone sent this in from Disney. All of my sexy is wasting away...

Raise your hand if you've ever been taking to someone, they scratch their nose, and you panic that they're actually sending you a silent "you have something in your nose" signal, when in reality, their nose simply itched.
My secret:
When I was sick last week, I made a list in my head of people who would visit me in the hospital if I really got that bad. I like to think my mom would fly down, and that I'd make a full recovery.
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