I don’t know what it is about PostSecret that I love so much, but no other website so frequently leaves me feeling hot-eyed. This one just made me laugh.  I have this mental image of a housewife trapped in suburbia, nostalgically remembering her crazy college days, smoking pot out of the window so that the kids don’t smell it in the house, and then scrap-booking photos of little Jimmy in the school play.

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