i love reading blogs. i love 'em. i spend hours upon hours each week sorting through the many blogs i follow, enjoying the pretty pictures, following links to websites with more pretty pictures. one might call me addicted. they bring sunshine into my life and give me glimpses into peoples interesting and funny lives. lives that are nothing like mine. which is why i love them. until this morning.
this morning is the morning i got sick of blogs. i became bitter and angry because these blogs rub it in my face what a boring and uneventful life i lead. a life that does not include pretty party dresses, polka dot dishes, or cute blue bikes. and for this, i am angry. the people that write these blogs have interesting jobs. they do artsy, designey, vintagey fun things. they have jobs that keep them "busy". They take weekend vacations with their adoring boyfriends/husbands to beaches and forests, where they wear pretty hats and eat delicious food. they post pictures of french models in cute wool coats, and adorable vintage inspired weddings. these blogs writers know exactly what to do to pull you in, and then make you feel like crap, because your life looks nothing like theirs.
which is why i refuse to read anymore pretty blogs. until i came home from work and needed another fix.
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