quick story: Hello, my name is em

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and I’m an addict. I can get addicted to almost anything. I guess you could say that I have one of those “addictive personalities.” I'm not talking about heroin here people, although there-but-for-the-grace-of-God and all that. I'm talking about simple mundane things in life to which I readily become addicted. Like a bottle of water every morning as I get ready for work. I must have one and don't you get in my way. As they say, a [bottled water drinker] fears nothing 'cept running out of [bottled water]. OK, a case could be made that water is necessary for life itself and hence can't be counted as an "addiction," but what about these obsessions:

Blistex Herbal Answer lipstick—I buy it in bulk; apply it maybe 30-40 times a day, which I suspect might be excessive.
Scented candles--what could be nicer? So I've got a closet full of them. What of it?
Blogging—yeah, well, so are you.
Gardening—the rare healthy addiction, but I will admit it abates by mid-August; the weeds tell the tale.
Tuna—a person can’t go too long without a restorative tuna sandwich on toast.
Back scratches—absolutely anyone can apply.
Alias, season 1—NetFlix is the best invention ever. I can rent *anything* and it magically appears in my mailbox 2 days later. Yes, I watch a lot of TV…
Drama--I have quite the cast of characters in my wake--Mr. Barrel Chest, Evil Creepy Skeevy One, my children, Rovey etc etc etc.
Fires in the fireplace—The soothing warmth on my skin, the golden light bouncing around the room, the spicy smell of burning cedar--intoxicating. But I ran out of wood the other day, and I’m down to my last dining room chair, those antique Stickely's that I got from my grandmother burn good. ;-)

Let this be a warning to you kids.