“That’s not lying,” he said, “That’s good manners.”
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Of all the hobbies I have, I most enjoy lying and eavesdropping. Because I, personally, like a hobby that's a challenge. And both of these are. It is not so easy to lie, as you might think. The closer you are to someone the craftier you have to be. But, I like that. I've always been good at crafts, thanks to Vacation Bible School. Ask U.L. He’s kept every single thing I ever made at VBS, with the exception of that frightening plastic Jesus-on-the-cross-shaking-hands-with-PawPaw objet d’art I made, when I was six. I don’t blame him for that, though; it’s difficult to know how long...
I think "nice flip-flops" is an oxymoron.
I think "nice flip-flops" is an oxymoron. That's what I said to Amanda, last night, after the show. She'd brought a group of our professor friends to see my play, and afterwards, as is the normal routine and course for our social troupes, we ambled over next door to the Old Venice Pizza Company, the neighborhood bar and grill, and I stood patiently accepting kudos and the like, something I don't always enjoy doing because it seems so impratically rote, but I endure it all the same - I mean, I was brought up right. All the while, though, I was staring at the Pinot Grigio selections. I was reminded...
Sometimes I hate having to wake up even to eat.
I was never a fan of naps. Not at first. I didn't take them because every time I took a nap, it meant I was getting sick. I'm older now, and so it should come as no surprise that Saturday, late afternoon, something unprecedented happened: I took one. I wanted to. I'd been embarrassingly at an Arts Festival all morning and early afternoon, tagged as an emcee, though shamefully not a good one at it, mostly because no one needed an emcee; at least, not at the performances at which I was posted. I'll tell that story another time, though - it...
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