My facebook addiction...

I need a twelve step program for facebook users. Hello, my name is Mary and I am a facebook addict. I'm not quite sure when this all crept up on me. It started innocently enough with me logging on once in a while, leaving a quick status update and the occasional message for a friend or two. Then one night I thought what could it hurt to take a quiz or two or ten. And how much damage could happen if I just tried out some of these games. Farmtown? Cute... Farmville...more cute...Mafia Wars...forgetaboutit!! I became hopelessly hooked. Anyone who is on my friends list can easily see by my constant feed of game updates that I am an addict. I find myself wondering if my energy has replenished itself or if my sunflower fields have blossomed. I wonder if it's time to work again in Yoville and what else I can buy for my spiffy apartment there. Crap, I live in a nicer place in Yoville than I do in real life!! I eagerly look to my notifications to see which of my friends have updated their status or posted a new "All About Me" quiz. This is an illness. I know it is!

My friends complain that my lost cow announcements from Farmville are crowding up their home pages but as I see I have 26 Farkle chip requests, 6 Vampire wars requests, 8 Sorority Life requests, and at least 15 Farmville requests, I can clearly see I am not alone in my illness. Hell, I don't know if I'm ready to quit. I haven't reached my facebook rock bottom yet I guess. If you're ever in Yoville, look me up, leave a message...or better yet...gift me something nifty for my digs!

I want...

I'm getting a head ache. I know it's from thinking too much about what I want to happen in my life. I'm not just thinking...I'm obsessing. There's a difference. I can't help it. I am not a very patient person when I want something to happen so badly and there's nothing I can do right now to make it happen.

I want to live in Sweden. And I will.

There are just so many obstacles in my way at the moment and the more I think about them, the angrier I get. And I get a head ache. And I know it's futile to keep worrying and thinking about it too because these hurdles can only be taken on one at a time and that takes time. But I'm still thinking about it. And my head still hurts.

Shoot me.