My “friend” alerted me to this. Know why she’s my “friend” and not my friend? Because she has an account here:

And I don’t. Know why else she’s my “friend” and not my friend? Because she knows about my small, itsy bitsy, teeny tiny problem. And that I obsess. And that my obsession turns to dreams at night that wake me in cold sweats. And that I end up spending money I don’t have on these obsessions because I’ve waited so long that now it’s all I can do to maintain my sanity by standing in line at the poor house in soiled, tattered clothes chanting “it was worth it… it was worth it… it was worth it… CHICKEN!… worth it… it was worth it…”

You see what an ugly picture I’m painting here?