Just kidding. I want a Vespa. Pleeeaaasse!!! The nice pretty burgundy one or one with a sidecar. Yummm.
Today was the first day I've had to check postsecret for my own postcard, not simply to see everyone else's. And for the first time looking at this website, I feel disappointment. It sucks, mang. Usually postsecrets are so exciting, and now my experience is ruined. I just feel contempt for the cards posted, knowing mine deserves to be there. Or at least telling myself that.
I can't wait to walk to the fruit stand with KC. If we don't have time for kickball, we'll find a way to break from studying!!!
A-mazing
a-MAZE-ing
ama-ZING
Right now I feel like singing. Weird. Usually that only happens driving fast in my car with the radio blasting and the windows down. I don't know why I enjoy that so much. I wish I had a car so I could quench this desire to fullfill my need to SING. If I weren't so reserved, I'd bump some music in my dorm room and scream to it. No, I will. But a quieter version.
I also want to take this time to admit that I've been secretly FURIOUS that Eminem got back together with Kim. I feel betrayed.
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i didn't think it'd be so disappointing to look and realize that the postsecret you made didn't make it, but you're right. it definitely is. yours was better than half of those, too.
the fruit stand is amaZING.
no, A-mazing
so long as you're saying A-mazing and i'm saying ama-ZING and no one else is saying either of those, life is good.
but as soon as someone copies. . .
that's when shit goes down
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