Lying

I was supposed to go to this lock-in, church thing, at Rachel's church, but I felt like laying on the couch so when she called me I told her I was sick. I am really mean like that, but I would have been a pain in the ass if I had gone.

I went to two thrift stores today. They smell funny. I have this box full of winter clothes, food, and other things people need in the trunk of my car in case I come across a homeless person, and I need some extra sweatshirts and stuff. I don't want to diss people who buy stuff from thrift stores, but they make me feel really unclean. People really need to wash their stuff before donating it.

I went out to eat both today and yesterday. The result? Feeling like a cow. Ran into Laura because she worked at one of the restaurants I went to and therefore she caused me to eat much less than I normally would. Why does everyone my age have or want a job. We have our whole lives to work people.

Final Thought: I have lied so much to friends, I no longer feel guilty. This is not a good quality to posses.