Liar Liar Pants On Fire.

I made it a whole day without lying. Well, a whole two days. It's weird, actually. Anyone could ask me anything, and I can't lie. Everything that comes out of my mouth has been truth. I don't think when people ask me "How are you?" that they expect me to say, "I'm actually tired, have a headache, am worried about my civ grade, and I danced in the caf this morning and I'm pretty sure everyone who viewed it thinks I am mentally unstable. But other than that, I'm alright." in one breath. But by being truthful about everything, I have come to a realization: I hate liars. I mean, everything just gets so complicated. How can you trust people when what they say isn't always true. I especially hate it when people lie because they think it will make people like them. I mean, come on already! I'm that girl that doesn't care whether you work in the library, ride the bus, wear orange on sundays, can't sing a damn, or snort pixie sticks. I give everyone a chance. But ruin that chance by lying, well, peace out girl scout! All you have to do is be truthful. No, you don't have to spill your guts, just don't make stuff up. It's not going to get you anywhere. Ugh. It's a huge pet peeve. Another reason I hate people who lie, is because I am incredibly trusting. I have so much faith in people I first meet. Therefore, I take everything they say to heart. Everything. You could tell me you ride the rodeo and your mom and 6 toes total, and I'd be like "What're you doing Saturday? :)" Honesty is my policy. Take advantage of the fact that you can totally trust what I say for the next 30-some days.

Until next time,

Cait