"Commit the oldest sins in the newest kinds of ways" -Shakespeare

Once upon a time, there was a girl who ate too much, procrastinated too much, and wanted what she didn't have too much.
She was far too (inwardly) possessive, too over-sexed, and too self-involved.
This often affected her daily life, in rather disagreeable ways.
Having knocked out all but one of the seven deadly sins (far more than once) by the age of nineteen, she took a good look at her life, and figured she ought to be a bit classier, and well behaved.
Or, simply eat less, accept what she had, work harder, and perhaps possibly just maybe but probably unlikely, cut back on the boys.







At least wrath has never been on my sin list.