I’m spending WAY too much time on the internet.
“Hi I’m LisaB and I’m an BlogAHolic.”
“HI LisaB!” say my unknown friends from in front of their computers.
I’m beginning to wonder if I need a 12 step program. Maybe a Blog Patch?
“But I’m having so much fun, and besides I’ve been babysitting my sick but recovering dog,” I rationalize.
“LisaB, step away from the computer. NOW”
Damn, the Blog Police are here. Got to go!
LB…your blog rules…and if you go through the 12 step program then I’ll have to…and I’m enjoying reading this way too much to stop now. So don’t think of this as a bad habit, but one that enriches writing skills, fills gaps, helps the reading public…ya that’s it…
Hi! My name is Bob, and I, too, am a blogaholic. Maybe I need to get a dog?
I find it therapeutic having a blog. Rather than internalize my anger at the stupidity I face on a daily basis, I discuss it in my blog.In my case, it’s either a blog or body parts in the fridge.Please don’t let my parole officer see this. He doesn’t have a sense of humor.
While I have not (yet!) indulged in the habit myself, I have become addicted to reading and occasionally, too rarely for some, commenting on my friends’ blogs!