My mother used to get so pissed at me because I was a pathological liar. I would lie about anything and everything and then lie about lying pathologically. Now that I’m older I can see how that was. I sincerely apologize Peg.
I’m a big fat liar. Mostly it’s those times when I want my alone time. I live alone, but I’m only home alone enough to enjoy Everybody Loves Raymond at 7:30 and then sleep.
I've lied a few times this week, but if I give you exact days then friends will know who I've been lying to-that's no fun. The best part about having different sets of friends is that they probably won’t encounter each other until a birthday, and then they’ll all be too drunk to remember. Or at least that’s the plan. You see I tell group A, that I have plans with group B. Then I tell group B, that I have plans with group A. Then I sit at Jane’s and watch episodes of Laguna Beach and seven hours of Law and Order: SVU or Criminal Intent.
Law and Order is my therapy, especially since I have no time for therapy anymore, I need something. I write and watch Law and Order and it makes me happy.
Brief digression: Vincent freaking D’Onofrio man. Some people (like my father and brother) can’t stand that Detective Goren knows everything, but my God, it’s my secret turn on. Sometimes, I even give up Desperate Housewives just to watch CI.
So now everyone knows that I will give up any day of the week for Law and Order. I’m addicted. It’s sad and pathetic really.
I love it.