hell to the yeah! your toes should not be scraping the floor. and they shouldnt look like you wallked through dust either. a nail clip and file is the start of a beautiful relationship between my eyes and the sight of your feet.

and that's the truth, ruth.

The truth is...

For me to want to be a clinical psychologist, I can be persnickety and down right *itchy. At times. A lot of times. I need to work on that.

I will do anything to get out of driving. I hate doing it unless its an emergency.

I don't like kids. Especially 2 year olders. Good gawd! They are the DEBIL. Not devil, but DEBIL.

Truth is...

The more I learn, I feel like the less I know and am less willing to open my mouth.

You know who really should not be wearing open-toed shoes? People with extra toes. There was this girl in my 12th-grade English class who had an extra little "half-toe" on each foot and would sometimes wear open-toed shoes. Ugh **shudder shudder** it was so gross. But it was like a car accident...it was disturbing but I just couldn't look away.

I just threw up in my mouth a little from this description.

the truth is...

I'm learning that what goes around really does go around and it hurts. But its a character builder.

I've been out of school for nearly a year and I still don't know what I want to do next.

I hate doing job interviews.

I just hate this part of life.

The truth is........

I need to transfer quickly.

I wanna go out of state badily but I know my fam would go through post-shock.

I need to get the hayle away.

the truth is, I really want to text you and go to a punk show and make out with you a lot.

the truth is...

1. kashi's strawberry fields cereal's strawberries smell like a funeral home
2. your best friend told me to dump you
3. i wasn't sick, i just didn't want to go to the bars and waste money because i never get drunk from it anymore

the truth is this caesar salad wrap just became a salad cause them idiots dont know how to wrap.

The truth is I really feel like telling my supervisor that I'm sick so I can leave work early and go shop!

I also get a 'thinking about being a mommy' twinge because there are just way too many of my friends having babies.

Truth is I suck at making pancakes and home made soy milk.

The truth is that I didn't feel a damn thing for the poor man I was doing chest compressions on.

Most people on this site don't know good beer: except KSigRC and valkyrie and mu_agd as far as I know.

Being the better person is tough sh**.

Sometimes it doesn't matter who is older. Older does not = wiser. No matter who is the parent and who is the child.

What's good beer? I'm curious! At this stage in my life I pretty much drink whatever's available and cheap.

AND

The truth is... last night I had a dream about the worst guy I ever dated (long story but basically he left me at a hotel with no car, two hours from the airport, because he was screwing another girl at a wedding reception)... and it kind of made me miss him? :-/

OH GOD and in the dream I had his child who was 2 years old and looked exactly like him.. except my ex wouldn't even talk to the kid.

the truth is, even though i want this to work and i'm trying to be patient, i can't help but worry if i'm falling into the same trap again when i promised myself i wouldn't. the truth is that while most of the time i'm ok with the uncertainty, i still have moments where i wish it would be just a tiny bit more certain. the truth is it sucks having this kind of connection with someone and never being in the same place.

The truth is one minute I really want to move to Jacksonville Beach/Atlantic Beach so I can be near the ocean. And the next minute I don't know what the hell I want to do.

The truth is....

..if all the people in the army are like the ones I have met in class..I will be a civilian in less than three yrs...

The truth is that if I can't be a public defender I don't think I want to be a lawyer.

Well, it could be any number. If you drink anything made by Rogue or Chimay, you're off to a good start. And...the truth is I had too much caffeine and not enough sleep when I posted that, as you can tell by the shaky grammar.

The truth is...

I just found myself doing the macerena in my living room, after finding my old cd. And I wasn't even drinking. :eek:

the truth is...

i'm on to your game. stop trying to be a victim, and face the music like a woman.

i don't want to do my greco-roman paper

i love my new position a little too much

The truth is, if you don't like rowing, quit the team!I don't want to hear you complaining about what happened on the water. What happens on the water stays on the f-ing water! Suck it up.

The truth is I wish that Philip would go crawl under a rock so that Shawn and Belle can get married and live their lives with Claire.

The family watched Happy Feet this weekend, and the truth is . . .

my six-year old was the only person in the family who liked it. The rest of us thought it was very boring.

The truth is, I'm looking for a new job because I'm sick of getting treated like crap and watching the bosses get rich while paying us shitty.

The truth is I'm doing the same thing.

The truth is, I hate job hunting.

the truth is...
*I miss my old school and my friends so much it hurts.*

*I hate my job and my grad school (which are one in the same)*

*i think I like adderall too much*

*I think I'm becoming friends again with my (ex) best friend who stole my boyfriend.... and I don't know how I feel about that.... *

*I have met guys off the internet... ugh! *

*I almost don't want to lose weight because my boobs will get smaller*

*I spend way too much time on myspace and facebook, especially at work.*

*i have awful credit*

*I don't want my own kids, i want to adopt and be a foster mom*

*moving was not a good idea....*

*my number is a lot higher than i would like*

The truth is I'm tired of your damn drama. You complain that your house is about to be foreclosed on... and yet you still pay $65 a week to get it cleaned. You waste your money then whine. You want me to fix it. I can't. You have to grow up, put on your big girl panties and deal with the fact that you CHOSE to have the kids. AND YOU KEEP SAYING YOU WANT ANOTHER ONE. You make bad decisions then don't understand the consequences. Your credit is in the toliet, yet you are dragging your kids to look at fancy houses, and RV's, and you can't afford what you have. Yet everyone always bails you out.

You need to grow up. Fast. You are in your mid-thirties... G R O W U P.

I like to think I am changing my cell phone number to get a local number... but the truth is, I am changing it so that I will never know if he calls. Or if he doesn't.

Attention Webster and American Heritage Dictionary publishers....
 

The truth is....if I had the authority...I'd ban the use of the word "like" for, like, a decade...because it annoys the daylights out of me!

The truth is, ironically....

after working as a training manager, HR manager, quality manager, banking manager, mortgage consultant, and part time (adjunct) professor, I started working as a project manager for a roofing company....

...and it's the best job I've ever had. And I'm not fond of heights. Or heat (think summer - ripping shingles off in 100+ heat). Or sweat....but it really is challenging, and pays very well.

The truth is, the Master's Degree isn't doing much for me, as you can tell...

WOW except for the kids are we friends with the same person ???!!! :eek:

the truth is... i feel like my life is falling apart.
i guess i don't have anyone to blame but myself...
and thats the hardest part to deal with.

^^^^hug^^^^

The truth is, I wish I was going to the freaking Roost tonight.

The truth also is I'm really glad my friend removed his # from my cell or I'D BE BACKSLIDING.

I would probably drive you insane then.

that's awesome, can I use that as my sig?

The truth is, I don't think I'm capable of drinking that much Scotch!

The truth is, I've bought used Tupperware to give something (cookies or such) to clients - after I've run them through the dishwasher a few times, of course.