Secrets held within

On Sunday, ar el harym-minym iss shi yn tarin. Confused? Good. It's a secret. You see, my conundrum is thus: I am dying, screaming to spill my secrets, but if I post them, people will read them. So I have opened a new blog, privately, and shall never tell its location. There I shall post my secrets. In the words of Calvin,
"You cannot trace us, you cannot find us. Sincerely, Calvin."