Yesterday, I saw my co-worker's used maxi pad in the garbage can. And then today she rested her boobs on my hand when she leaned over to use my mouse.

I'm not grossed out or anything, but I'm definitely not turned on.

And in this week's PostSecret, there was one postcard in particular that caught my attention:

"I found this [the paper that she sent her secret on and that was presumably folded into an envelope] in a safety lock box under my boyfriend's bed. It contains the pubic hair of his ex-girlfriend. He's kept it for 8 years. Now it's yours, & now he's my ex-boyfriend."

I have things of my high school sweetheart's locked away in a box. I never even open the box, and I am definitely not pining. Perhaps it's time to throw the stuff away. I am a pack rat. I thought these things might come in handy one day. I actually do have some pube clippings of his. And I also have some Polaroids that would come in handy if he ever became famous (not that I would actually exploit him.) I've never told anyone about the pubes.