One of the best postsecrets ever:

I read postsecret every week. Most are just sad… sexual… abused… like a tragedy with haiku brevity.

I get a guilty pleasure out of reading them… it’s like sneaking a peak into other people’s heads. What were they thinking when they wrote this secret? Does it define them? Is it just something that lives with them, like a low hum in the background of their lives?

This one though… it’s just so delicious. It’s not sad unless this fear defines the person who wrote it, but I choose to think it doesn’t. It’s like a breath of fresh air.

A while ago my company did two things:

1. They acquired some of those elecontric sensor flush systems for the toilets. I’m not sure how much this actually saves since people can just push the little button to manually flush as often as they want and also people still can make a horrible mess, automatic or not.

2. They finally got some of those disposable paper liners for the toilet.