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Confessions of the Slightly Obsessed

Please don't tell me about the latest Facebook game.

Please don't tell me about how great Twitter is.

Please don't tell me about this new book/movie/show/green dancing alien that I simply *must* see.

No, really. Don't tell me. I don't wanna hear about it, don't wanna know about it.

Because if it is as great as you say (and quite possibly, even if it sucks big sweaty balls) I will end up addicted to it.

Just ask my girlfriend - among other things, she's watched me go through Neopets, Farmville, Pogo games, Yahoo pinochle, and more television shows that you can count (she's quite sick of Dr. Who.)

The obsession du'jour is's version of mah jongg.

My obsessions usually have rules. For mah jongg, the rule is that I must play until I get a score of at least 12,000 across two games. Sometimes that means I'm playing for ten minutes. But sometimes that means I'm playing for several hours.

Yes, I know - it borders on compulsiveness.

Well, I guess I *could* just stop. But then I get anxious. And when I'm anxious I'm not productive, so I might as well just engage in the compulsion anyway.

Vicious cycle, it is.

I don't know where I get this from, but it seems I've always been this way. I suppose in some ways it's an extension of my anal-retentiveness. I have an organization system for everything, and god help you if you mess any of them up. CDs, books, clothes - a place for everything and everything in its place.

And let's not get started on TV! Survivor? Never miss an episode. Glee? Totally there. Want to know what's happening with Gray's Anatomy or Private Practice? I'm your woman. And I'm your woman for about twenty other shows, too.

It's really quite pathetic. I know this. I waste at least 20-30 hours per week maintaining my obsessions and compulsions. Sure, the anal-retention serves me well when it comes to schoolwork. But all the obsessions and compulsions reduce the time I have for the productive things?

But I could quit. Really I could. I can quit any time.


And now if you'll excuse me, I need to return to watching Gary Busey be crazy on The Celebrity Apprentice.

This has been a post for LJ Idol. Voting link will be up later in the week if you want to vote.
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1) Woman builds incredible dollhouse replica of Bag End.

2) The Price of Sexual Silence. About the need for comprehensive sex education for Texas students, deaf and otherwise.

3) You've gotta love the Onion...

VH1 Reality Show Bus Crashes In California Causing Major Slut Spill

4) Every celiac's worst nightmare.

5) Just because I love Pink.

6) Humorous birth control. (hat tip [ profile] tamago23)

7) I think Roger Ebert is rapidly becoming one of the more relevant pundits. He does good movie reviews, too. (hat tip to [Bad username or site: horosha) @])

9) Quite possibly the stupidest sport ever.

10) A different perspective on Don't Ask Don't Tell.

11) [ profile] joeymichaels continues to generate some of the most awesome short fiction.

12) Hat tip to [ profile] horosha.

13) Librarians parody Gaga. (hat tip to [ profile] chris_walsh)

14) 100 signs you're a horrible parent.

15) Worst porn movies ever made.



Jan. 6th, 2010 08:51 am
supremegoddessofall: (evolution)
I am tired of being cold.

Also not in the mood to post...
supremegoddessofall: (confused)
Bizarre, random, and yet strangely entertaining. Also safe for work.


Nov. 3rd, 2007 09:20 pm
supremegoddessofall: (cookie monster)
My wifelet needs to hurry up and come home. Me want attention. And food. I think I'm pre-menstrual. I'm not sure what I'm craving, but it probably needs killing prior to cooking.


Sep. 30th, 2007 06:34 pm
supremegoddessofall: (goddess - creative)
Worked 18 hours much for my weekend.

< cryptic > Drama resolved. You still need to figure out your issues, because I don't want a repeat of this ever again. < / cryptic >

I'm tired.
supremegoddessofall: (Default)
I am bored.

Give me links to things to entertain me.
supremegoddessofall: (perplexed spike)
So I get a "sorry we fucked up" baggie in the mail from the USPS. I was about to be sad, because I figured some of my BPAL got squished in the mail or something.

Then I noticed something weird.

The mildly mangled package wasn't addressed to me. The return address wasn't from me, either.

But one of my return address labels (like I send out on my BPAL packages was attached to the packet.

So I open the packet. There is an invoice, and a baggie containing little silver necklace charms shaped like cheese. The invoice has the recipient's phone number on it.

There was also a notice from the post office about insufficent postage (a single stamp on something that easily weighed 3 ounces).

So here's what I'm thinking happened: The sending dude sent it. The post office realized there wasn't enough postage on it and attempted ot return it to him. In the process of being returned to the original sender, somewhere it brushed up against a package I sent someone, wherein the return label from my package got transferred to the other dude's package. Somehow the post office interpreted this as me being the original sender and returned it to me due to insufficient postage. In the process it got a bit mangled, so they put it in the "sorry we fucked up" bag. And then it came to me.

So I could have been a real ass and just kept the stuff - the post office sent it to me, right? But I'm generally a nice gal, so I called the number of the recipient that was on the invoice (San Francisco, by the way) and had a "you don't know me but..." conversation with him. Verified his address and asked if he would like me to send him the stuff. He was very appreciative, and I'll mail it out to him with my Monday BPAL packets.

It feels good to do nice things.


Oct. 31st, 2006 11:51 pm
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that is all.


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