tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78965975106826058272012-02-16T10:19:36.215-08:00Travellernoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896597510682605827.post-19739954186445866182009-11-17T01:41:00.000-08:002009-11-17T02:17:57.767-08:00I'M NONE OF THOSE THINGS GOD DAMN IT!<br />Why do I keep bloody lying to people. Yesterday I told my milkman I did work for MI5. MI5 for crying out loud! He blatantly knew I was lying. I don't know why I do it. All I know is that I lie to EVERY single person I speak to.<br /><br />Sometimes I lie about small things like 'yeah I used to be friends with Sting' and other times the lies are bigger like 'I'm a fully trained ninja'. I'm not a ninja. I'm not even a yellow belt. God forbid someone actually asks me to do a kick or something.<br /><br />Someone said I was a compulsive liar once so I told him to watch his back because I know some seriously dangerous people. I'm a flippin statistician. I know nobody.<br /><br />Maybe I tell little whities because I want to stand out or something you know. I don't want to be like the rest of the plebian race around me.<br /><br />Look at my fat boss for example. She sits there at her desk shovelling another spoon full of sugar into her tea, stinking of cigarette smoke and being useless all in one. I have to sit next her fatness, her double chin taunting me with the fact that I share my oh-so boring carreer with it.<br /><br />I reckon this is the only place I feel comfortable telling the truth. Unless someone starts reading this tripe and then I might start lying about stuff.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896597510682605827-1973995418644586618?l=the-big-liar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Travellernoreply@blogger.com0