1. Ellipses...I can't help it. And to make matters worse, I like to use more than the standard three.
2. Diet Coke: It's funny that I had never even tasted the stuff until my ex introduced it to me some million years ago. It's the longest lasting part of that relationship, but, sadly, not the most poisonous.
3. Sinus medicine: but it's hell living without it. Yes, yes, yes, I know it's bad, but see number 8.
4. White foods. And I don't mean Grey Poupon.
5. The word "anyway." Anyway, I overuse it.
6. LU biscuits: the dark chocolate ones. I can't trust myself around them.
7. Target: You know it's bad when you realize a mercury glass lamp with dark blue shade (not yet on sale) has been moved an inch and a half to the right since the last time you were there.
8. Procrastinating what's frightening: Heck, I'll even procrastinate enjoyment. That's how sick I am.
Musical Monday: WHITE CHRISTMAS
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Darlings, it’s time once again for our annual Christmas tradition (now in
its 18th year, if you can believe it), the perennial “White Christmas,”
done up...
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i hear now and then in the medical community that diet coke and its ilk robs the bones of its density.
the crackers sound too good to give up.
At least you don't overuse "anyways" too much. And those LU biscuits (dark chocolate) are serious trouble in a box. Those clever little separated plastic compartments ... as if you're SUPPOSED to eat that entire leeetle stack!
Face it...
no make that...
Face it..............
You're never getting out of rehab.
I love LU biscuits. But the best part is to eat them in France. «Le Petit Ecolier» means the little school boy so... you can say:
«I had two little school boys today»
«I am craving for a school boy...»
«I love to lick the front part of a little school boy and nibble the rear part»
and so on...
Gosh, thanks for reminding me to go to Target today. I'm sure its been five days. I know they miss me. You've also reminded me I have some yummy French chocolates stashed out of the reach of a 7-year-old. Its gonna be hot here today -- I shouldn't let them melt.
Anyways, procrastination is my religion.
I love me some Target! Sometimes I just wander through the store not quite sure what I need but knowing it is hiding somewhere in the store.
That G-damned Target is addicting. Miss J is convinced that crack is being dispersed via the ventilation system.
Are you sure that twelve steps will be sufficient?
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