Something Graphic This Way Comes!
I have a confession to make...one that I can't even tell my Priest about.
He just wouldn't understand.
(Actually, he *does* have an autographed ZZ Top poster and guitar in his office so maybe he would. Still, I'm sure there's nothing in the manual that covers the preferred number of "Hail Mary's" as penance for this particular indulgence...but I digress.)
Sitting alone in a darkened room, in the dead of night, when no one is looking...I go out stalking the object of my obsession. And when I find a source, I will remain there for hours...days even! I can't stop myself from wanting more, more and oh yes...MORE!
This stuff is nearly impossible to quit. There are no programs, 12-step groups or rehab clinics to to save me from myself. I'm generally a strong willed gal who insists on being in control of myself and my surroundings at all times and I try to behave in a manner fitting those parameters...but give me the right combination of pixels and sarcasm and I am floating in a state of bliss usually known only in the opium dens of the Orient.