Breaking # 10
I've spent my morning reading blogs. Amazing blogs by amazing women. I sometimes wish I were their friend, but then I know it wouldn't work. Because I'm so jealous of them. They have these great, popular blogs about their fascinating lives with hundreds of followers. I should know, I'm one of them. I can't start my day without knowing what's going on in their lives. Pathetic. It's the dorky-girl/cheerleader thing all over again. Also, my friend is in Hawaii-again. Didn't she just go to Hawaii? Oh, no, that was a whole year ago. Sheesh, what was I thinking? I'd really hate her if she weren't so fabulous. And if I didn't love her so much. I don't have a problem with most of the other 9, no killing or adultery here. Maybe a little problem with the Sabbath day, but that's only when I'm unprepared and have no diet Coke to get me through all the spirituality. (Ok, and maybe a little false witness sometimes- "I know the door is locked, hang on! I'm talking to dad!") But, coveting, hmm, maybe I should've added that to my last post. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have such wonderful friends. Perhaps I should try to surround myself with a lower class of women, or I could visit the jail more. I did not covet those women's lives. Whatever, I guess I just need to work on that one (and the others) more. Or maybe I should just stay off the internet.