My mom just called asking if I knew my brother's whereabouts. Ahem, I had to lie and pretend I had no idea. Do you have any idea how guilty this makes me feel lying to my mom like this? I mean, it's really not a big deal, I lie about bigger things than this to her all the time, but for some strange reason, I just feel even more guilty for a simple, "No, I don't know where he is."

Ok, I really do know where he is. He flew out to New York with his girlfriend and another friend two days ago.

So, then, she asks if I know where my sister is and that she just tried calling her and the machine is picking up. No, I don't know where she is. It's Saturday night and she's problably out partying, getting wired on ecstasy.

Luckily, she didn't call last night while I was drunk off my ass. I faintly remember lying naked on my wobbly dining room table and crawling inside my walk-in closet. God damn! What the hell was I doing?!

For some odd reason, my mom acts like we're still her little babies who shouldn't go out at night in case something 'bad' will happen to us. Nor, should we be drinking alcohol. I mean, the three of us are in our mid-late twenties for crying out loud.