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14 April 2007 @ 01:21 am
Whoops, almost forgot about this. Five False votes and four True votes.

This story is TRUE.
20 March 2007 @ 03:08 am
When I was 17, I gave blood for the first time to get community service hours for school. A few weeks later, I got my "registered blood donor" card in the mail. I was informed that my blood type was B+.

My mother is O+. My father is A.

Anyone who took basic biology can see the problem here. That's right - the man that supposedly was my father, biologically couldn't be.

My mom refused to discuss, then or ever. And everything is so much clearer now - why I don't look like any of my family members, why my sisters both have a disease that I don't have.

It was an interesting discovery, to say the least.

True or false?
21 February 2007 @ 10:54 pm
For as long as I remember, I've liked boys, even before adolesence, even while all my friends were afraid of boy-germs. I could never understand my fellow female friends' aversion to the opposite gender. But of course the boys were just as afraid of girl-germs as the girls were afraid of boy-germs, it was taboo for me to ever socialise with them. I remember one day, in primary school, confiding to my friend, Mary. (Not her actual name.)

"If I tell you a secret, do you promise not to tell anyone?"
"Okay, I promise."
"I like boys."
"Don't tell anyone!"
"I won't."

Just then, Mary sees Stephanie (fake name) walking up the footpath. She yells out very loudly,

Let's just say, I was mortified.
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27 January 2007 @ 06:54 pm
In reply to this story:

It was voted as

By a vote of 9-1. . .

That one was too obvious, huh. Yeah, it's true.


Now someone else has to go!
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25 January 2007 @ 07:57 pm
OK, so I started to learn to read when I was around 28 months old. I read really well, but around 4 years old I started to refuse to read. Weird, but weirder things have happened. My dad plays D&D, and so introduced me to the world of fantasy novels when I was ten years old. I was hooked. I wouldn't read anything else, in fact they had a hard time getting me to do anything else, including sleep sometimes. Unfortunately, this was close on the heels of having just moved so my dad had just lost his gaming group and I had lost all of my friends.

Well, he advertised at the local bulletin board (a real life one, not electronic, that's how old this is), looking for a gaming group that he would run (he ran the last one too), and eventually got a few good members. And they started to play at the house on friday nights. Well, I found them vastly entertaining and would watch them all night.

They eventually let me play. It was really cool. I was again addicted to something. I wouldn't go anywhere on friday nights because I was afraid that I would miss something cool in game. I was a real geek. It got so bad that the one time I did go to a friend's sleep-over, it just happened to be a sister to one of the gamers, and I badgered him in his room the moment he got home.


Of course, no one ever invited me to sleep-overs ever again.

Oh, darn.

The sad part is that I met my (ex)husband in that group, and am now living with a different member of that old group as my bf. How sad is that? I had also met my last long-term bf because of role-playing games like D&D. . . I guess I've met all my short-term bf's because of gaming, too! Now that I think on it, I haven't had any boyfriends/intimate relations that weren't gamers as well.

But at least I didn't have to explain to my parents that gaming wasn't devil-whorshop. And I have now been a Second Generation Role-Player for twenty years!

How sad/true is that?
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19 January 2007 @ 12:37 pm
Football Earwax was marked  3-5, but the story is indeed TRUE! Mwa ha :D Man that was a huge earwax thing >>
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06 January 2007 @ 07:41 am
So http://community.livejournal.com/liesaretrue/11565.html was stamped 6-3

And it was...
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03 January 2007 @ 07:11 pm
Well, by a vote of 7-4 This Story was labeled:

And it is, in fact:


I was never actually invited to any parties while I was in high school.


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03 January 2007 @ 10:48 am
Okay... so this happened recently this year, sometime over the summer actually. I'm at my mom's store and for the last few days there has been something in my ear bugging the hell out of me. I asked my mom to check it out about... 3 times now, and she found absolutely nothing. A few hours that this happened, I asked my mom to check again and she found nothing, again. But there's something there! And it's freakin me out because I have images of bugs in my ears or something. After about an hour of jumping around, smacking my opposite ear and shaking my head, something pops out! And it was like the greatest relief ever! What popped out, you ask? The biggest, nastiest ear wax I have ever seen... The shape of a football, about |_____| this long, and black in some spots. How that was growing in my ear for so long, how my mom missed it so many times, and how that even came outta my ear, I don't know... So, is my football earwax experience true?
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31 December 2006 @ 07:21 pm
Ok, so when I was in high school, I was pretty unpopular. But I was able to go to one party, regardless. I don't remember why I was invited, or why I went, but there I was. I stayed pretty much to myself most of the time, but I was still drinking.

Keep in mind that that was my first time with alcohol.

After three or fours beers, I was more than a little tipsy. And more than a little friendly.

There was one boy there that I had had a crush on for a few weeks, and I decided that it would be pretty cool to go and try to get his attention.

So I did.

By puking on him. . .

I was absolutely mortified. And needless to say, he wasn't particularly thrilled. My already bad rep took a nosedive after that.

True or False.
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