Post Secret: Sometimes I like things I probably shouldn’t. Like the word fuck. It’s a bomb, I know it is. But mostly I just crack up when people use it. When used too much it becomes a burden. But just enough and it can punctuate the most superficial display of emotion with a tinge of reality that is oh so sweet. Admit it, you like it too on occasion.
Post Secret: I also like the word bastard. The first time I fell in love with it was when I first watched Titanic (I saw it 4 times in the theater. Yeah, I was one of those. That’s another secret, teehee) One of DiCaprio’s buddies gets shot while rushing for a life vest and the other buddy yells at the policeman who done the shooting, “Bastardo!” He was Italian.
Post Secret: I love Italians.
Post Secret: Sometimes really late at night I’ll hope on my bike and go to the Quickie-Mart to get a soda. And not cuz I need the soda. It’s just for the thrill of riding my bike out under the stars. I love stars. I think I’m a fan of things I can’t understand. Something about infinity scares me and comforts me all at the same time.
Post Secret: I love chicken. But maybe I just like remembering that and it’s not much of a secret anyhow…
Cheers!
