PostSecret
 

PostSecret

So, people send in postcards with their secrets and then some of them are put online. Some are funny, others are sad, and some are just down right disturbing.

I made the one that says "I don't care about recycling. But I pretend I do" as my wallpaper. For comic effect.

I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT... I laugh and I cried... these are my favorite http://photos1.blogger.com/img/296/2612/1024/towe2.jpghttp://photos1.blogger.com/img/296/2612/1024/getit.jpghttp://http://photos1.blogger.com/im...2/1024/c21.jpg

I thought the 9/11 postcard was absolutely horrible!
How could someone do that to their loved ones?!? :(

such an interesting site

I love this site - I foud it through Stumble on Firefox.

http://photos1.blogger.com/img/296/2612/400/ticket.jpg

Great site....It makes me feel normal compared to these people....but then again....what IS normal anyway?

My sister and I explored each other sexually as children. As the older girl I feel guilty that I may have molested her.

Very disturbing.

I love this site, I have it on a LJ feed on my friends list!

BUMP...

this is updated everyweek, and worth a gander each time. They are publishing a book of these, and you could also find them in the new All-American Rejects video


this site is awesome

I tried to buy it in Tallahassee today but Borders was sold out...

so i guess since they have a book out now they wont show the old ones on the site anymore? :rolleyes:

cheer up, they post new ones every Sunday!

i want to poop on your white carpet

My fav.

Well, if you were a criminal, or planned to do something criminal, it would have been the perfect "out" - especially since some of the victims were never able to be identified.

I found this on Snopes, as an example of why we need "gallows humor" and it's considered possible:

"The first divorce directly related to the September 11th terrorist attacks has been filed in a NY court.
It appears a guy with an office on the 103rd floor of the World Trade Center left home for work on Sept 11. When he got to Manhattan, he decided to spend the morning at his girlfriend's apartment in the Village. When he got to her place, he turned off the phones, TV and radio and spent the entire morning in bed with her. At about 11:00 am, while still at her place, he turned his cell phone back on to retrieve his messages.

A second later it rang. His wife was on the phone crying and screaming at him, "I've been trying to call you for over two hours!! I've been worried sick about you! Are you OK?!?" He answered calmly that he was fine.

The wife then asked, "Where are you?"

The guy said, "Where do you think I am? I'm in my office!"