Lisa

Okay, maybe it was me who couldn't handle the truth. And maybe it wasn't a military setting. And maybe I should -- backup.Once upon a time, on Match.com or MSN or something (my memory betrays me like a borderline terrorist subjected to water torture), I claimed to be "99% Drama Free". Ha! I suck at statistics (and to quote a wise one I also "suck at life"), so perhaps that was unintentional.But the intent gets a bit depraved in nature, dubious, deceitful, lame. (And back in those days, I'd have opted for any adjective other than "lame".) And the lies got a bit larger, the expanse of my daydreams overtook the expanded horizons of cyber-me and several wretched personas were wrought. I can only justify my actions with this: Had I then the Photoshop skills I have now, all innocent "victims of a Funsaver or two" would never have been involved. My sincere apologies to those caught up in those shyeah-nanigans. Le moustache, a bit of gangrene perhaps... A complexion morph, a weight gain, some hair loss, who knows! My mind is open like a book, but before I get the book thrown at me (for reasons I may or may not delve into -- if I am feeling rather typish and my keyboard is feeling rather compliant, chances are likely so), I would just like to get a bit of "I'm so sorry" out there using the same medium that incurred so many "I'm so guiltys".So, there you have it: what you heard is probably at least partly true. But you don't know the half of it because my mind works like a crab trab (and I'm not talking louse).