if you died today, what kind of secret stuff would they find?

i'm only really concerned about my journals, because there's always room for interpretation when you're reading someone else's thoughts.
although i suppose when i'm dead it won't matter

 

Nothing that I would give a shit about. I'd be dead! Oh, those awful thong brief things ( my daughter calls them "up your bum knickers") I wouldn't be seen dead in. Don't know why I've kept them. They were a gift. Maybe I'll go and bin them right now just in case

 

The bomb.

 

hopefully my bf would have the good sense to get rid of my nudes, sex toys, and hard drugs before my parents got ahold of them....

 

just a bunch of tapes, with guitar parts recorded...and maybe a bottle of tequila

 

Not much.

 

A porn collection that the baptists down here would fight over.

 

I don't think anything would be necessarily surprising, or secretive. My first place I moved out of my parents helped, there were some poloroids that were embarrassing... I only keep nudes on the computer now...

I don't keep evidence laying around though, after this mood all I'll have is my computer, clothes, and vibrator.

 

They would find a candy bar stash in my underwear drawer.

True story.

 

they would find hidden liquor and a journal full of crazytalk

 

they'd find all my pipes and stuff like that and the 2 plants i have growing im my closet...though i doubt my family would be surprised that i smoke

 

theyd find madd paraphernalia.. cut up straws.. razor blades.. empty pill capsules.. random mirrors.. probly some opiate that hasnt been up my nose yet... haha but my reason of death would probly be OD so they wouldnt be suprised at all that anymore,.. bah

 

This is kind of dissapointing but.....nothing.

 

i hope my wife would find my stash of money

 

Weapons cache under the floorboards.

well, maybe.

 

An massive, massive amount (many years worth) of writing; thoughts, opinions, songs, poems, ideas, confessions, journals, love letters, drug trips, and other such things. I would truly be exposed in every sense of the word, well, except physical obviously.

 

not if I get to it first

 

those damn Priuses I can never here them drive up
stay away from the little wooden box on the shelf in the shop

 

perfect >snickers<

I mean.. yes sir wally sir >bats eyelashes<

 

they'd find wine bottles and my notebook of poems, so everyone would think I was sensitive and gay when I died