the saddest addiction

i am addicted to checking my wedding registry and veronica mars. these addictions are not related in any way...but both are a lot like caffeine, fancy underpants, or say shoes...i've heard of that, shoe addiction. seriously, i'm going to have to block the url from my own computer because in between every email i'm checking to see if someone, some delightful poor soul who doesn't even know i'm cyber stalking myself, has bought me the lovely sea foam green towels. when did this happen to me?

where are the days where my preoccupations ran to the shape of my ass, a love of cheese (yes, i know, the ass and the cheese in diametric opposition to one another), and wondering when i'm going to win the lottery. and now my earlier, happy vapid thoughts are being replaced with material greed and more vapid but seriously distracting thoughts. but i want the damn towels.

does this mean more REHAB?!? For my soul?!

ooohhh the dad from "The Nanny", Mr. Sheffield, is on Veronica Mars. Sweeeeet.

good grief

WAIT - just to be clear I am grateful for all the lovely gifts we have received. Grateful and honoured. and wow!