H.F.S

I always read PostSecret on my feed reader - and it either makes me feel good or worse about people. Never have I come across something that made me look over my shoulder and think "was that for me?"



If it was in a specific font, I'd be a little more freaked out.

(cryptic post is cryptic)

hearts of palm!

Nothing like being a complete bum on the weekends (including bar hopping in Adams Morgan last night, which was blissfully undramatic, for a change. Also lots of drunk pictures taken with David McCullough's Truman. I have strange friends.) and then getting an email for internship of AWESOME and paidness - no promise of an interview yet, but any communication is good communication.

Except who writes work emails on a Sunday? I mean, I know this is a workaholic city, but seriously?

Mmmm dinner, and more TV later.