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Those little indulgences

So, in life there are those indulgences that you enjoy (or wish for)
Here are a few of mine, which are actually types of Indulgences.

Diseased Indulgence:
Reading the Twilight series over and over and over again. Why? because I have no money to buy another book to read.

Then go to the library.
Let's see you take three kids to the library and tell them they have to stand there with you while you find a book. Good Luck with that one.

I like the book, I can't help it. The movies, nah, after seeing each one 10 times you realize how horrible the acting is. So at this point, I watch them to see Billy Burke. (another indulgence)

What is it that I like about them? I don't know, I think it is a disease and if anyone has a pill to cure it, let me know. I have always read vampire stories (yes there were good vampire stories around before Twilight and all the teen vamp stuff). The Vampire Lestat was the first one I ever read, I was attracted to the red cover with bad type design. I was in 6th grade and I couldn't put the book down...I have read that one so many times the book actually fell apart.

Like I said it is a disease.

Desired Indulgence:
I love it when I am driving down the road and see a Dodge Charger, yes the new ones. I am not a car person, but if that car was a man, I would sleep with him. It will not fit my family, but I don't care, I want it. (or a chrysler 300, which I actually got to drive in Philly. That bad boy is a TANK!) It is beautiful and sleek and has a taste of old fashioned car design in it. Desire.

Those who are out there reading my babble, what are your indulgences? Give me some good ones that make mine not seem so bad. (Especially that Twilight one.)

Comments

  1. My indulgences?
    Books - you know how I am about that
    Fancy coffee on Friday's

    Wow - am I that boring?

    Theresa

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