the truth

i told a lie

i felt so bad about it

that i followed it up with another lie

i don't know if i'm more concerned by the lie or the fact i'm upset about the lie

the thing is...

i always lie

constantly

which is really funny as i'm one of the most brutally honest people i know

people rely on my honest opinion

a lot of times i use the honesty to mask the lie that follows

this time i lied about where i was and who i was with

i wasn't trying to hide anything or cover my tracks

i lied and made up the tracks.

a winding weaving track of storytelling

where i was very vague with facts and figures

to make it seem like i was covering something

i did it so you'd make that face

the expression that you're absolutely useless at covering

and i know you won't call me up on it

because there's no way you'd want to know the details

the details would hurt you

so i won't bother making them up

so in the spirit of honesty

i actually went straight home from your house the other night

it didn't take two hours

and i didn't stop at anyones on the way

i also never kissed anyone on saturday night

but the expression on your face

made me feel like i did.

i wish i had

kissed someone on saturday

but i was out with Miss H...

i feel crappy i lied

i'm sorry

not crappy enough that i'd tell you

or let you read my blog

especially after that other post

i'm sorry

no lie