I simply cannot stomach PostSecret on Mother's Day. My god. We all have secrets about our moms - GET REAL, TURKEYS.
Bring back the real secrets, and I'll be fine.
I'm in the process of making mala beads for my mother for the other half of her mother's day present. I tried one thing, but it looks like shit, so it's time to do something else now. I'll blog about it when it doesn't look like shit.
In other news, my stupid dream of being an off-off-off-off Broadway star has reared its ugly head again. Go figure.
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