The truth will set you (everyone) free
I feel really sad for people who harbor secrets or don’t admit to the truth about something. It must be hard enough looking someone straight in the eye knowing full well that you are lying right to their face, but to have to live with the stress of keeping your story straight and not slipping up day in and day out must really take a toll mentally and physically. And usually someone else knows the truth and you are constantly looking over your shoulder and running interference to prevent it from coming out. You’re like a prisoner of your own making. And more likely than not your subconscious will provide some quality nightmares to remind you even as you sleep. You say you are a victim; that is true, a victim of your own machinations.
This very thing is going on in the quad right now and it is very disturbing and disruptive to our once happy little home. Please let this be settled before reading period begins!
On a lighter note I had the beginnings of lovely dream about the heavenly, gorgeous Mr. Johnny Depp this morning. We were lying on the couch and snuggling and he was telling me what it was like to get slimed at the Nickelodeon Kids’ Awards. (Don’t know where that came from!!) He was being all seductive and stuff like after each word he spoke he would tenderly kiss my cheek, or nose, or neck, and just when he was going for my lips, of course, the ever so graceful Miss Loren of the two left feet tripped over the cord of her blowdryer, grabbed the cord for the blinds to keep herself from falling (don’t ask!!), and she and the blinds came crashing down and scared my Johnny away!!
At least the weekend begins today and the outlook is faaantastic!
This very thing is going on in the quad right now and it is very disturbing and disruptive to our once happy little home. Please let this be settled before reading period begins!
On a lighter note I had the beginnings of lovely dream about the heavenly, gorgeous Mr. Johnny Depp this morning. We were lying on the couch and snuggling and he was telling me what it was like to get slimed at the Nickelodeon Kids’ Awards. (Don’t know where that came from!!) He was being all seductive and stuff like after each word he spoke he would tenderly kiss my cheek, or nose, or neck, and just when he was going for my lips, of course, the ever so graceful Miss Loren of the two left feet tripped over the cord of her blowdryer, grabbed the cord for the blinds to keep herself from falling (don’t ask!!), and she and the blinds came crashing down and scared my Johnny away!!
At least the weekend begins today and the outlook is faaantastic!