PoooooostSecret

I've been lazy and neglectful. (Is that a word? whatever.) I'm still as big a fan of PostSecret as ever, but I just haven't expressed it so on my blog. Soooooo here's a small collection of my faves from the past few weeks:


I fell in love with a boy at MoMA for approx. 23 seconds when we were looking at the same picture. It was so much fun.

Completely justified! I ask my graphic designer to photoshop them.

This is dangerous. And all for a good cause.

There's nothing like a few cocktails and a botched rendition of "American Pie" with the Andersons. I also like getting drunk with other people's parents.

I've always wanted to burn an entire Chekov play.

I think we always make art. Everytime we create something. A sandwich can be just as inspiring as a Monet. Except you can eat a sandwich.

This is true. They probably have the most secrets and their secrets will gnaw themselves out eventually, but with PostSecret, at least they'd know they're not alone.

My secret for the week:

I freak out a little bit when I notice I'm "slowly turning into my mother." But then I remember my mom is awesome and then I'm okay.

Can I get an Amen?