HELLO! Obviously this is what we need. I have already subscribed to it in my RSS reader, because I want to read ALL of you who say you can't talk about [Insert Mesmerizing Topic Here] because your family reads your blog.
Also, I think we need to make lists of what would be in our "Burn This When I Die" boxes. Here's what would be in mine:
- My NaNoWriMo novel.
- One folder and two college-ruled notebooks full of poetry.
- Photos I took of myself in the mirror to send to an ex-boyfriend years ago. They are not racy, but I am looking Intense and Posed in a way I find excruciating now. Except I also think I look kind of cute. And there are so few photos of me at age 24. And I don't know where the photos are, because I hid them somewhere.
- My diaries.
- A book called The Script : The 100% Absolutely Predictable Things Men Do When They Cheat, which I thought would be handy thing to know ahead of time in case it ever came up, but I only got partway through the book because it seemed so dumb and obvious I lost interest. ("Is he getting phone calls and hissing 'I told you never to call me here' into the receiver? Are there charges on the credit card bill for flowers and hotels?") I should just get rid of it, but I feel like I should finish reading it first.