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: