Oh please tell me it's not true.

What I am about to blog about, may change your previous ideas of me. In fact you may want to vomit, but I gotta come clean.

Hello, my name is TTQ and I am a recovering Hello Kitty fanatic. I love Hello Kitty, maybe because she was born the same year I was born and she is still alive and kicking. Dominating and running rampant on any type of merchandise you can imagine. As Honey says, For something that never existed in my life before you came along, I see that damn Hello Kitty everywhere, and I mean every wear! He's pretty good about putting up with it, maybe because I keep the majority of it unopened and in a box (or two) hidden well from site. I think it's time I stop collecting, I mean really what am I going to do with stuff? Sell it on ebay? I don't have an urge to get into the whole selling stuff on ebay thing, even though I have tons of things that could make me some money, but with the money I would just buy new and different crap. Catch 22 huh?

Anyway back to kicking the HK habit, I stumbled across a guy's blog that chronicles his wife's obsession with HK. I'm gonna have to shoot myself if I ever let my bathroom look like theirs, she has gone beyond a few pieces on her desk or in her purse. I love HK notepads, I use them not store them. And I can count three things on my desk that have HK on it, which isn't too bad mixed in with all the other things on my desk (including a live cat in a little sofa). Oh and my desktop has HK on it now too. But reading this guy's blog has me questioning the point of collecting HK...and I think I may retire from the game. I'll still love her, but from afar and no more bringing home any HK unless it's for our "little friends" and is age appropriate.

So here's this guys site Hello Kitty Hell

Fuckity. Fuck Fuck Fuck.

Hook, line and sinker. Again. Shocking huh? I'm going through withdrawels, I'm jumpy, I'm edgy, and frantic. What if I can never have it again..do I look for something else..Do I keep trying without it? I've got alot of support, but it just isn't the same, I found myself glaring at three jackasses on the row of treadmills behind me, did they have to keep making that ruckus..why are the playing on the machines anyway..why are they setting the machine really fast to slide off without falling. Assholes. Someone should ask them to leave my glares weren't working. I sped up my speed so I made my distance and time a record for me because I wanted to get away from those jerks, but I didn't want to slack on my workout. It was hard enough to get myself there without my mojo that keeps my muscles pumpin. Dammit, where did I put it? I need it! Now! It's a sad sad day when you can't find your ipod and realize things at the gym just won't be the same.

I miss my ipod. *sniff*

I am sad. *pout*

I've been through the car, the house, asked at the gym, though I'm pretty sure I remember it being around my neck when I left the gym to go to the bank. Then it was straight home. *thinking*

Maybe I can go from a techie girl to a zen girl. Just get rid of everything, and listen to myself think..Oh wait I tried that, the voices came back and grew stronger. *crazy cuckoo*

More on Addiction

Picture by Michael Singletary

I'm with a group of friends today at lunch and they were all sharing on their vices, it could be sugar, chocolate, coffee, alcohol, cookies, carbs..whatever you get the point and being powerless over the addiction.

When the oldest (and maybe the wisest) person in the group said "You know you aren't powerless over it if you don't put it in your mouth and swallow"



Immediately I start grinning. I'm not thinking about coffee, chocolate, alcohol or cigarettes at all. I look around the table and seem to be the only one who's mind has taken a trip into the gutter.



But, whatever. Ladies remember nothing has power over you if you don't put it in your mouth and swallow. *grin*

Another addiction to feed

I'm hooked. A junkie. I stay up all hours of the night to search for more hoping that I haven't missed one last bit that maybe I overlooked before. I've got four sources for my new love, just in case, to make sure I don't run out. This is my vice forsaking all the others for now, until the honeymoon is over and I have to find something new to reach the same intensity. I just can't help myself.




Yes, I'm addicted to The Sopranos. I'm aware that it's been out for years and years, but I've been a bit busy and just got introduced to it.