:( Awww shucks! There I go. ;)


The truth is, some people should NOT wear open-toed shoes. To the lady I met today, stick to closed-toe shoes please. If your toes are longer than my fingers and actually stick out of the top portion of your sandals, either cover those tootsies up or get a bigger shoe. Vanity bedamned!

The truth is...I'll probably miss my 8 am class tomorrow because I will have stayed up all night, watching 6 glorious hours of X-Files reruns. And I really won't feel that bad about it.

The truth is you had me until haggis. But I've never tried it, so I won't judge:).

*I can't stand collard greens, hot sauce and gumbo*

*When I fall, I fall HARD*

*I can't stand people I associate myself with*

*I don't feel I'm "black enough" sometimes*

*I think I was born in the wrong year.*

*I'm really questioning myself right now*

Wow. This feels really good!

The truth is, when I was younger, I wanted to have a family of my own... but recently I'm beginning to think I'm too selfish to have kids. I want the kick-ass high-powered corporate career and want to open a doggie day care when I retire early. I don't want to feel guilty about not spending enough time with kids like so many women I see in my field. I think having the cutest puppy in the world is enough for me :confused:

I always feel black enough. I get sick of people trying to make me feel otherwise. My being light-skinned, speaking standard English, and wearing clothes that actually fit do not make me any more white than standing in my garage makes me my Honda.

The truth is I like you. We are ---->here<-----:)

Wow thanks! --->here<--- (That's cute, I'm gonna have to steal that!)

"...do not make me any more white than standing in my garage makes me my Honda."

That is hilarious. But that's it exactly. My clothes, my vocabulary, the music I listen too, and the school I go to make me "white". Which in truth is ridiculous cause I love my ebonics, my Chris Brown, The Pack, Hip-hop/R&B, my favorite NPHC fraternity & sorority, and all of those things. I just balance it with a little Blink 182, History Channel, Vanessa Carlton, Laguna Beach, etc.

LOL, What's our age again???:D

Veritatem dies aperit
 

The truth IS:

• I'd probably be better off financially if I chose NOT to get MARRIED and I truly love and am utterly devoted to my husband. But he gets on the LAST nerve. The last one.
  
• I probably be an Associate Professor if I moved to Salt Lake City, Utah. But, I'd probably take a knife to my throat still thinking "Californian" as I do.
  
• Everything is probably just fine in my life, but my worry genes are mutated.

The truth is, if you like liver, you'll probably like haggis -- especially if you have some good Scotch to go with it. ;)

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.