a cautionary tale
i lie. i lie all the time. i found out i was a dirty rotten liar during the brunt of twentyishness when i lived with spliz and wee em . one day spliz came home and announced she had "accidentally lied" to which wee em and i rolled our eyes and said something snarky because seriously how do you "accidentally" lie to someone... oh wait... i do it all the time. i was working late last wednesday and one of the very nice, very overworked kids from the back wandered up to my office to say hi and how was i doing and guess what. "what?" "i brought something for you today. it's in my car." he disappeared and came back with a cheesecake. an exquisite new york cheesecake he had made from scratch. "wow", said i. wow indeed, for i hate cheesecake. i am repulsed by cheesecake. it makes me sick and i have this quirk where i don't like to eat stuff that makes me want to vomit. unless it has chocolate in it. but see, let's go back a little ...