“I do not like things held up in front of me that I can’t have.”
-Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha
“Ooohhhh boy…”
-C. with nose pressed against glass in horror/fascination/growing covetousness

So, this is one of those rare times that I can’t give specifics (too many people I know reading) but let me just say that in one split second I managed to condemn myself to Hell, at least theoretically.
There are purported to be Seven Deadly Sins (ironically murder isn’t one of them, but that’s neither here nor there), all of them whammies. But let me tell you, it is possible to commit them in a completely mild setting. Happened to me while Christmas shopping. And several at the same time too. Suddenly I saw this marvelous thing and BAM!
Lust – Obsession/All consuming evil passion. Check. Oh yeah, I want.
Envy – Insatiable desire for material good(s). Check
Greed – Check. I swear my eyes fell out of my head. Had to have it but…
Wrath – Can’t have it. Can’t afford it. Ergo uncontrollable feeling of anger. Check.
In fact, all that was left out was Pride, Gluttony, and Sloth and the latter might actually work since the original definition of the sin of Sloth was sadness or despair. Quick friends, help me snap out of it! I’ve been wandering around in quivering-green-eyed-finger-itching-enraged-depressed fog for three days now, and it has got to stop!
Wow, go figure, people you know actually read your blog? Never would have thought it. Oh you and your lustful, envious, wrathful greed.
Oh and sweet picture by the way, love it.
It’s soo cute
If you wanted very much of the marvelous thing, you could probably count gluttony, too.
Hmmm… my curiosity is piqued. What could this item be? Also, I love the blog’s new look. The blook?
Indeed. Indeed.
Really? Those are the seven grievous sins? What about murder and adultery? haha, 4 out of 7… yeah that’s bad… not gonna lie, but still at least it’s THOSE seven… it could be a worse seven…
I know what it is, where it is, and why you can’t have it! Neener, neener, neener! J/K you helped me through my lust-fest, I’m here for yours. Ice cream and novels?