<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/5492685?origin\x3dhttp://cwazieme.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>

Monday, June 02, 2008

One of the things that I'm always looking forward to during the beginning of the week is reading other people's secrets at PostSecret. But today, as much as I'm excited to read it, I can't really appreciate it because of my own secret. I'm getting a headache just thinking about it and trying to keep it all inside me.

Spell casted @ 9:39 PM