you'd think the rain would break the humidity
At some point I'm going to find the time to just sit.
Sit and do nothing.
Despite the rain the humidity is brutal. I'm sweating.
And I'm rambling aloud to myself like a crazy person.
I swung by the PostSecret page today to read last week's secrets.
I think I will stop reading them for a while.
We've stopped with the revelations of self-love secrets for the last few weeks, but I'm tired of the meta-secrets. The "secrets" about the PostSecret site. The project, as it appears to me now, is just... pathetic. The PostSecret idea was once really interesting, and could have developed into an actually interesting ongoing project. It's turned into a legion of people all confessing their self-loathing and self-love, all sharing the same secret, in the same pseudoclever bullshit way.
Which, unless I miss my guess, is what livejournal is for.
Wherever you are I'm sure one of the two of us is thinking of one of the two of us.
Sit and do nothing.
Despite the rain the humidity is brutal. I'm sweating.
And I'm rambling aloud to myself like a crazy person.
I swung by the PostSecret page today to read last week's secrets.
I think I will stop reading them for a while.
We've stopped with the revelations of self-love secrets for the last few weeks, but I'm tired of the meta-secrets. The "secrets" about the PostSecret site. The project, as it appears to me now, is just... pathetic. The PostSecret idea was once really interesting, and could have developed into an actually interesting ongoing project. It's turned into a legion of people all confessing their self-loathing and self-love, all sharing the same secret, in the same pseudoclever bullshit way.
Which, unless I miss my guess, is what livejournal is for.
Wherever you are I'm sure one of the two of us is thinking of one of the two of us.
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