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An item came into my [temporary] possession at work today that gave me the willies. It is a book called My Secret. It is a book of postcards sent to Postsecret, a plain ole' blogspot blog. (You really have to see it to get it.)
It made me start to think: What would I "confess", were I to send a card to the blog?
~ Within a month of our first date, I dreamed of breaking my boyfriend's nose. I could feel the bones crunching and the blood flowing across my hand (which also broke). The feeling was so visceral that I can recall it even now if I close my eyes and slow my breathing.
~ Pumpkin pie makes me inexplicably weary.
~ I have a stubborn crush on a friend's husband. (To the three friends who are reading this and think it's theirs: it's not.)
~ The last time I vomited was from an overdose.
~ I think that if I could magically choose be a plant, I would take that option right now.
~ When I was in college, I had sex with one of my roommates. It's not as dirty as, and way more dirty than, it sounds.
~ "He ruined me for other men" is funny, until it's not.
One of those is a complete lie, just to make it interesting. I suppose that's the real secret.
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