me and my house

little white lies. do we call them "white" so they will still sound innocent and pure?

i'm telling one tomorrow. its been planned for months really and i dont feel bad about it one bit...so why is it i can't tell the lie face-to-face? i'm doing it over the phone.

i feel completely justified in WHY i'm lying...and if i were dealing with a reasonable person in the situation, maybe i wouldnt have to lie. but i do.

i'm a terrific liar- i was born with a gift. my mom will be the first to tell you- i have always been, as she says, "so good at lying its scary." and i'm not talking about the "no that doesnt make your ass look big" kind. i think it was just a natural overflow of my insanely overactive imagination growing up.

i wrote a paper in a college english class when assigned to do an "interview of a baylor employee" about a fictional elderly lady who supposedly had a job working nights at my dormitory because she was lonely now that her husband had passed away after a 5 year struggle with testicular cancer and it was easier to work than be at home all night in the bed they had once shared. i got an 'A'.

so tomorrow my skillz will be tested once again. this time i'm just hoping for a passing grade.