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bear by san

March 2017



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bear by san

I don't mind-- lying to my friends.

Actually, I do.

My life, overall, would be much easier if I were a better liar. But I suck at it. I think it's because when I was about kindergarten age, my mother told me that if I told a lie, there would be a black stripe on my tongue, and I believed her. So since I thought she could tell if I ever lied to her, I passed through the critical lie-development stage without mastering the skills.

Thus, I've been forced to turn my urge to fabrication and embellishment to fiction.


It's odd to me that Veruca Salt could have produced two songs I like as much as I like "Forsythia" and "Seether," and yet I find every other song of their unlistenable. tanaise says its the law of averages.


I'm still not used to it being lunch time by 9:00 AM. I think I'm getting up too early. Also, my hands hurt from v. much typing at work last two days. Pass the tiger balm, please.

And I'm going to try to write this ritual now. Cover me. I'm going in.


Have you heard "Aurora" by Veruca Salt? (It's on the Tank Girl soundtrack, not on any of their albums, I think.) I'm not huge fans of theirs, but that song just gets to me for some reason.
You know, I do not know that one.
Ack! Should be "I'm not a huge fan of...". (Been spending too much time figuring out this statistics program. :P)
Mothers! My mother said that if we told a lie, our noses would turn bright red. My sibs and I practically went cross-eyed checking to see if that was true.
See, the tongue thing is even nastier, because you can't check without a mirror, and you can make the kid stick their tongue out and check. If they won't, you know it's a lie....

Vicious. Just vicious.
Clever creatures, mothers. Dangerous, though.
I was simply told "if you tell the truth, everything will be all right." No further threat necessary--that seemed sufficient to my ten-year-old self.

I still mostly believe it. :-)
I got yer back. Kick their asses.