Trouble in the Friendly Skies Tonight.

Honesty is the best policy. Well, it used to be, at least. Now I find myself hard pressed to get any truthfulness out of certain people. Regardless of how I attempt to coax honesty out - gently or angrily - I'm met with a certain defensiveness.

The truth hurts, but lies and untruths are harder to emotionally comprehend.

(This post was originally from the 21st, I didn't realize until just now it never actually got published. Blah.)

Keep Smiling, Darling ...

... because you're such a pretty little liar.

Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire.

I'll admit that I dislike/hate a lot of things but what I hate most in this world are liars.

I really don't understand why people feel the need to lie.

Is it to make yourself seem more important? To make you feel superior to others? To get attention?

I'm so sick of all the liars there are in my life.

To one person in particular: I thought your brother was a liar, but it turns out that lying is a genetic disease in your family. You're nothing but a dishonest creep who needs to stop living in whatever freaking fantasy world in which you are the grand master and get a grip on reality. Seriously. However, I won't be sticking around to see if you ever do get your head screwed on properly because I never want to see you again. I am absolutely livid - at you , your brother, and your family. Stay the hell away from me and my family, you lying scum. Unfortunately there'll be sacrifices that I have to make in order to make sure I never see you again; quite frankly, those are sacrifices I am more than willing to make.

End of angry blog entry.