My lying bastardly days
SOoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, remember how i said i was going to start lying for the hec of it all.
Well i started and was it a hoot!
you'd think i hit a new low. I say high. Saaaaaaay, this is just like that Luis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald song - I say oyster, you say eyester. (what kind of dumb fuck says eyester?!)
Today I lied for no reason at all. I told a person i wouldn't be seeing them next week.
When he wondered why - i told him it was b/c i was going out on vacation.
to Belize. Why? for shits and giggles.
The real reason was b/c I want to study for an important xameeting. All week. No disturbances/distractions or need to be flattered.
This wasn't the only lie i told - however. This is the only one i remember - simply coz I've been wanting to go to Belize for a sleepover at the beach with some sex on the beach and a snorkel or two with the corals (my 2 imaginary dogs who are all pink since i last washed them with red lye soap)(yes it comes in colors now - and they stick) FOREVER. Really I wanted to say I'm going to Anguilla for the guy - but i didn't want to have to pronounce something quite as fabulous. Who knows how to say Anguilla? Raise a digit.
I have fun lying (sideways and flat on mah back). It makes me happy. Is that bad?
Am i morally corrupt? Or am I say - so straightedged - something so trivial is becoming the reason for my existence.
(Aye, I don't care much about the psychobabble that will go into explaining my ruinous and simpleton like existence. Maybe I'm textbook. As disturbing as that is - who the fuck cares.)
My dear friend Midnite Freddie loves the fact that i am neurotic enough to invent people and places to fulfill my fantasies.
So here i go into my sojourn of fibs. dear dear lies, only for thee my life flies.
Well i started and was it a hoot!
you'd think i hit a new low. I say high. Saaaaaaay, this is just like that Luis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald song - I say oyster, you say eyester. (what kind of dumb fuck says eyester?!)
Today I lied for no reason at all. I told a person i wouldn't be seeing them next week.
When he wondered why - i told him it was b/c i was going out on vacation.
to Belize. Why? for shits and giggles.
The real reason was b/c I want to study for an important xameeting. All week. No disturbances/distractions or need to be flattered.
This wasn't the only lie i told - however. This is the only one i remember - simply coz I've been wanting to go to Belize for a sleepover at the beach with some sex on the beach and a snorkel or two with the corals (my 2 imaginary dogs who are all pink since i last washed them with red lye soap)(yes it comes in colors now - and they stick) FOREVER. Really I wanted to say I'm going to Anguilla for the guy - but i didn't want to have to pronounce something quite as fabulous. Who knows how to say Anguilla? Raise a digit.
I have fun lying (sideways and flat on mah back). It makes me happy. Is that bad?
Am i morally corrupt? Or am I say - so straightedged - something so trivial is becoming the reason for my existence.
(Aye, I don't care much about the psychobabble that will go into explaining my ruinous and simpleton like existence. Maybe I'm textbook. As disturbing as that is - who the fuck cares.)
My dear friend Midnite Freddie loves the fact that i am neurotic enough to invent people and places to fulfill my fantasies.
So here i go into my sojourn of fibs. dear dear lies, only for thee my life flies.