Addict.

Dictionary.com defines addiction as:

"the state of being enslaved to a habit or practice or to something that is psychologically or physically habit-forming, as narcotics, to such an extent that its cessation causes severe trauma."

I bring this up only because I think I'm addicted to texting (a realization made after reading through some previous posts). Which is totally not my fault. At my last job, that's how I communicated with my coworkers all the time. It was like hanging out with the bad kids that said "just try it, all the cool kids do it." And before I knew it, it was too late for me. Thank God for unlimited plans. Then I thought, geez, what else am I addicted to?

I came up with a list.

1. Blogs. I cannot complete my day if I haven't read Perez, Chez, Dooce, or ExecutedToday.com. I need my daily fix of death, celebrity, mockery, and babies/cute dogs. I get itchy and cranky if I don't.

2. CNN. I watch the Situation Room when I get home from work. I have to. Otherwise, I feel like I have no idea what's going on.

3. Keith Olbermann. Not so much as an addiction as an infatuation.

4. The History Channel. This is one of those things where I don't need it every day, but if I start watching it, five hours of my life will go by before I realize I need to pull myself together and get off the couch. It's kind of like binge drinking.

5. Shopping online. If I could live inside the four walls of my house and never go outside it would be fine as long as I had a laptop and a fast internet connection. Amazon.com is my downfall. I love the smell of new books (see 6).

6. New books. Barnes and Noble and Amazon.com and Target. If I walk past a new book with a cool cover... I will pick it up, smell it, flip through it, feel the pages under my finger.

7. According to my family, arguing. I have to be right and I will yell until I am blue in the face. I guess this would be the unhealthy part of addiction.

8. Shoes. Because every girl is. It's in our genes.

9. Sweettarts. Don't even get me started.

10. "Your Love" by the Outfield, any Huey Lewis song, Eddie Money songs, basically any kind of music you would hear in a sports bar. I thought I would get sick of "Your Love" but it has this power that every time I hear it, I need to hear it five more times. It's just too good to be that short. And while this cessation does not cause severe trauma to me, it does to the people around me.

So, I'm off to rehab now. Hopefully this post makes you less annoyed with the previous one. :)