pants on fire

In the wake of all this James Frey broo-ha-ha, I want to declare that nearly every word of this blog has been twisted, embellished and exaggerated for your reading pleasure. There is but a modicum of truth in the whole damn thing. Here's a clue; all fiction is based in truth. All truth is subject to perception. Why didn't he just call it a "fictionalized memoir" and be done with it? Oh, yeah...leave Oprah out of this. I loves me some Oprah. Oprah should be Queen of the Frickin' World. Imagine how cute we would all be....