O.C.D.

I suffer from OCD on occasion. Any occasion I can think of really. I get excited and indulge over the smallest things. I am easily amused, and easy to please.
What can I say, Carpe diem! I take meds. Give a girl a break.

I have had Netflix for 3 years and still check it every day. More than once. I have movies saved that are not even released to video, or even made. I get all giddy over what to expect; horror, action, drama, comedy, romance, foreign, documentary. I just can’t wait 2 days for the mail.

I have had a myspace account for 2+ years. I check that every day too. AND update it. How many times does one need to change their layout and song? I would rather call my friends anyway. And how old am I? It is one of my creative outlets I suppose.

I started making bracelets a few years back and went 4K in debt because I needed everything. I mean how am I going to make any without all the colors, and shapes, and sizes. Or all the toggles and clasps. What about the gage of wire and cord? And the charms; that was a whole new avenue.

I started collecting crosses about 7 years ago. I haven’t stopped. I love them. I am picky, but I love the ones I have. I don’t even know where to put them all but I want more. Anytime I go on vacation, ya, I get another one for a souvenir. And by cross, I mean a decorative hanging cross, not necklace or a crucifix, in case you were taking notes.

I realized recently when I buy something, I buy two. I have no idea why. I doubt HEB will run out of gum. I always have a backup of everything. Seriously, my last shopping trip was Lysol, Windex, Colgate, Wavy Lay’s, toffee nut creamer, bread, cheese and sour cream. I have two of these things.

When I get hungry for something I eat it over and over until I can’t stand the thought of it. Then move on to a new obsession. One time, Lucy and I had Jason’s Deli for lunch every day for a week. She never complained. Thanks Luc. I have put her through that a million times come to think of it. Thanks again.

I made this blog a week or two ago and am on it every day. I like that I am able to get my feelings off my chest without really saying a word. I don’t have a life or any followers, so naturally, I spill it all. But in all honesty, I don’t have anything to say. I don’t do anything. Thanks Boss for showing me this outlet.

Speaking of spilling it; I found a new panty liner by accident. I think I will marry it. It is a little clingy, but all in all, the best I have ever found. Kudos to my newest find! Lucy says I should wear it as a name tag. I think I might.

At any given time, I have 3-5 bottles of water in my car. Every time I walk out of the house I grab one. I would flip out if I didn’t have a drink in hand all the time. I mean what if I choke? And for the record, people have laughed, but they have needed them now and again.

I wont even begin to describe the items in my nightstand drawer. Lol. That goes beyond ridiculous. Anything you can imagine in a medicine cabinet is in there. I have to clean it out on occasion and start over. It is a nail drawer, burts bees, ibuprofen, books, of a mess.

The last thing I can think of that I obsess over is company. The thought of company coming. At any given time I have a 12 pack of toilet paper, backup soap and shampoo, guest towels, tea, milk, bread, eggs, bacon, coffee, sprite, coke, dr pepper, the dog groomed, and the house between 71-74, just in case.. I mean what if someone shows up. I want them to feel welcome and be comfy.

I may need more meds.