My name is Heather, and I’m an exaggerator.
Well, I guess I mean to say, I was an exaggerator, at least until I decided to stop last week. I guess I never noticed, but when my manfriend pointed it out I couldn’t argue. He asked me why I do it, and I guess the reason is simple: the world is pretty boring. I can’t help that I like to spice things up.
But now I’ve quit. Cold turkey. For good! There’s a little problem though. The other day I was telling the manfriend about some adventure I’d been on — the night I witnessed a Wooloo Life Exchange — and he thought I’d fallen off the wagon. McParty was able to corroborate my story, but I still feel like the girl who cried wolf. Oh well. It’s funny … once I decide to do something it’s done. So no mas. Back to the boring, old truth.
Hyperbole is the greatest thing ever!
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