My New Guilty Pleasure

MySpace is my new guilty pleasure. I've fallen off on so many levels of my personal life. My mom was here this weekend and she just wouldn't stop going on about how I was letting myself go. I agree though. My personal time is nil and what I do manage to steal away I spend on myspace. Sad. I have become one of those people. No life except that which exists in cyberspace. It is my quest to reconnect to that part of myself I once fell in love with.

I am in a rut. At work. With my boyfriend. At home. I've even stopped cooking. All I do is eat out and whine about how fat I'm getting. I'm not supposed to be using profanity. I gave it up for Lent. Not that I'm Catholic but I figure if Jesus can sacrifice his life, the least I can do is not swear for 40 days. Speaking of Jesus. I'm glad I know him. Aren't you? Not in a bible thumping sort of way but it's the ultimate hook up. Don't let people tell you that you're going to hell for _________ (whatever you're doing). If that was the case, we'd all be going. There is hope. God loves you just the way you are. Broken. Desperate. Addicted. Dishonest. He loves you anyway. Imagine that! Just know that whatever you are going through God loves you and he'll bring you through. I guess Jesus is really my new guilty pleasure! Only there's nothing to feel guilty about except that I haven't shared him with anybody else.