Gotta Have That Crunch...

Friday, December 15, 2006

This is our first tree, on its way to the car... (I hope our kids look like Jonathan).

Jonathan has brought to my attention--nonverbally--that foods with a crunch are that extra something for extreme deliciousness. First and the most prime example: Goldfish. Why do I love Goldfish so much? What is it about those cheddar crackers that send me over the edge? I've finally figure it out... it's that pocket of air in the middle of each fish that gives an extra CRUNCH when you bite. Have you ever seen anyone sucking on Goldfish? Heavens, no.

Why is toast served with pasta? Since all of my findings on crunchiness, the obvious answer is that pasta is too mushy by itself. It needs a little umph! in the way of crunch.

Are there synonyms for crunch? The onomatopoeic answer is a resounding NO.

Special thanks to my Grandma McMurry for sending me my favorite crunchy cookies-- Moravian ginger snaps! Now that's what I call a crunchy cookie... the perfect way to ring in the holiday!

Holiday Eating

Friday, December 08, 2006

Thanks to a certain recent cookie exchange, there are 19 bags of cookies sitting in our kitchen this minute. My stomach is definitely feeling it right about now, but I've tried to compensate today by going to a yoga class and doing my Pilates video. Whew! Holiday eating can be rough!

The main holiday eating tradition from the my family is having pimento cheese sandwiches cut out into Christmas trees on Christmas Eve. Jonathan's mom makes the most delicious spiced tea, which is so tasty cold or hot. She also makes the thumbprint cookies, the recipe that won me first place at the party last night. Thanks, Susie!

Only a few more weeks until the New Year's Resolution will be rearing its ugly head.

& etc.

Thursday, November 30, 2006

(This is a picture of my cat Lily...I just posted it for fun. Isn't she a beauty?)

In Brooke's comforting words, Debbie has gone to be with the Lord. And it's been hard for me to post since Debbie's passing last Thanksgiving Day. Mostly, I am so thankful for the fact that Debbie is now cancer-free, as Alex said last week.

This is from the Message, which has been oft-quoted recently, as Debbie loved its words:

"We don't yet see things clearly. We're squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won't be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright! We'll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing him directly just as he knows us!" (1 Cor. 13:12)

Praise God that Debbie knows Him directly and fully.

p.s. Does anyone reading this own a steamer?

Sweet Debbie

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Most of you have probably heard of our dear friend Debbie Moltz' illness... Please please pray for her right now--not necessarily for magical healing, but mainly for God's glorification through this whole situation... because that's what her whole life has been about: submission to Jesus' will for her life. She is a beautiful reflection of our Lord. Please pray for her and her family.

Crazy Sched.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

As a full-time retail professional, I have a different schedule than most full-time working adults. My husband works M-F 7:30 a.m.-4:00 p.m. CST. I work 2 p.m.-11 p.m., 8 a.m.-5 p.m., 7 a.m.-9 a.m. then 5 p.m.-10 p.m., and etc. etc. You get it. My schedule is always different. There are definite aspects of this which are great: I can do grocery shopping on a Monday off, during the day when everyone's at work. I can take a really long shower at 11 a.m. before I go in at 1. I can work out, go to morning aerobics classes, or be off all day on a weekday and make Jonathan a really nice dinner. I also sometimes miss Sunday School class, Gilmore Girls, or Jonathan getting home from work. There's a definite trade-off.

Probably the biggest contemplation at this point, after having lived this way for several months, is my sleep schedule. Now, as I told Brooke this morning, I like being up early. Honestly. You can get so much accomplished in the mornings. But, I have to be frank, it is not easy for me. I am not one of those once-awake-always-awake type of people; I can fall asleep again at the drop of a hat. With several mornings off a week, I have the chance to sleep in longer than I normally would, while still going to sleep at the same normal 11 p.m.-ish time as Jonathan. So, this is mainly a confession: I am not good [yet] at being an adult who can just pop out of bed at 7:00 a.m. But it isn't for lack of wanting.

Candy Corn

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

I guess the whole world needs to know that this is the very first year I've ever liked candy corn. I may have tried it twice-thrice before the 2006 Halloween season, and all but turned up my nose at the taste and texture.

Something magical has happened this year. It tastes so delicious! I can not eat just one piece... and sadly, I've already bought 3 bags for our household (don't worry--I've have taken 2.5 of these bags to work to enjoy with my co-workers in the breakroom). The texture? Perfectly sugary. The taste? Honey and delicious sweetness. The color? All the more seasonal-appropriate.

If you don't like candy corn [yet], listen up: it might take a while, but give it a shot. It only took me 22 years to LOVE it.

The October Issue

Friday, September 29, 2006

I've decided this year that I LOVE the October issues of any magazine. It's such a relief to feel the cold weather and celebrate the leaves changing, that seeing a front cover picture of two bundt cakes turned on top of each other to make a pumpkin cake is simply delightful--what a perfect cover for an October magazine. It makes me want to carve a million pumpkins and drink forty pumpkin spice lattes.

p.s. Does anyone have any particularly good sources of crock pot recipes?

My Husband

Sunday, September 24, 2006


Lately I have been wondering if I give Jonathan enough credit for being such a wonderful husband. He always cleans out the dishwasher; he finishes folding laundry when I don't finish it before work; he is patient with my crazy new work schedule; he appreciates my adherence to my monthly clothing budget (pretty tough considering I work at a clothing store--but I'm saying that he does realize how difficult it is for me); he appreciates every opinion I give, solicited or not; he created a fantasy football league for his Family just so I could play fantasy football with him; he waters my hydrangea when I forget; he puts up with What Not to Wear; he wakes me up every morning with a kiss on the cheek. He is my best Jonathan and the best husband for me.

We Lost.

Monday, September 11, 2006


No. 1 vs. No. 2

Friday, September 08, 2006

That's right: this Saturday is a match-up for the ages. If you've watched/surfed ESPN at all in this past week, you know that an epic battle is taking place Saturday night.


"The Ohio State-Texas game Saturday night is the first No. 1 vs. No. 2 game in the regular season in 10 years. The last one was No. 2 Florida State's 24-21 upset of No. 1 Florida in Tallahassee in 1996. This would be a great matchup just for the traditions. Legendary coaches. Heisman Trophy winners. National champions. Both schools have them, and more than one of each."

(I'm definitely Tivo-ing this game for anyone who misses it/cares to watch it again.)

Go Horns! Let's stick it to 'em one more year!

Discovered Pet Peeve

Thursday, August 31, 2006

The phrase, "You need to ________."

...You need to clean this up... You need to write this down... You need to know better than to do that....

This hasn't necessarily been happening more than usual. I am not directing this at any particular person/situation; my notice has merely escalated in the past several weeks. These three little words are an indirect and not tactful way of telling/demanding something. After you notice--yuck.

Jonathan and I are going to Dallas tomorrow for Labor Day. A Kendall visit and a Grandma visit--yippee! And hopefully a nice long visit to Crate & Barrel. (What's funny is that I lived in a town with a C & B for four years and never went once--guess that's what matrimony does to you.)

Dear white shoes/pants/skirts/summer. Not really sorry to see you go.

Love, an Excited Football Fan

Red Hots

Monday, August 21, 2006

If you're a part of my husband's family, you have a container of Red Hots in your house; and we sure do. Susie gave me a jar for my birthday this year...two weeks before I officially became a part of the family.

The Fantasy Football League draft is on Thursday. That's when I will officially gain Vince Young as my quarterback. Jonathan thinks it's foolhardy to draft him so high, but I don't want anyone to wrest him from me.

I really have nothing interesting to say on this post and I really detest that disclaimer as a rule: I'm starting a new job next week at Banana Republic as a manager. I'm so excited. And applying to grad school too. Also I'm more excited about Fall than ever, because we actually have a change in temperature here (Austin stays hot until December, really). Blazers, corduroys, a scarf here or there. Bring it on.

The Most Delicious Sno Cone...

Tuesday, August 08, 2006 any sno cone from Sno Beach in Austin, Texas, yessir. Shout-out to Shelby, who was there when I popped in for a surprise visit. It was so exciting to step into that sweet white trailer, listen to the lovely music of ice shaving, and see the colorful myriad of bottles displayed in the window for all to admire and crave. I miss me some Sno Beach sno cones, that's so true, and my fun job there. Cash tips, the occasional crazies, sweet goodness in a cup right at your fingertips--what's not to love in a job like that?

Also on the aforementioned trip to Austin this past weekend, I got to see my dear friend Erin Lee Trimble become Mrs. Erin Trimble Hicks. 'Twas a beautiful ceremony, and a picturebook reception too, outside on the grounds of a white mansion (The Barr Mansion: in a glassed-in, vaulted room with hydrangeas everywhere, a fun band, and carrot cake to boot! I got to see many old and wonderful friends, and dance to "Brick House" and "We Are Family" like never before.

Tax free weekend extended to Austin, where my friends Katie, Becky, and I went to the outlets in San Marcos, where they have just built a Crate & Barrel outlet. It was maximum fun that I could have without my Jonathan, who was in Chicago for the weekend with some of his college friends, seeing 2 sporting events: a Cubs game with awesome 3rd row seats, and the MLS All-Stars vs. Chelsea in soccer. Definitely fun for boys. Maybe he'll take me to Chicago someday and we can do both sports and shopping. Compromise=friendship and marriage.

I'm a very blessed girl.

The Family Reunion

Monday, July 24, 2006

was this weekend in Nashville. And it was my second trip: to go from un-engaged to married in one year definitely brought things full-circle.

Saturday, after a late breakfast, Jonathan's Uncle Gary had arranged a "Music City Tour"--a tour of the country music stars' homes. The bus came to pick us up, and the bus driver, and our tour guide, started out by telling us that Minnie Pearl's old house was two houses down from Uncle Gary's! Gee whiz!

Best house ranking:

1. Alan Jackson--by far. No one can touch him. Not only is the house itself awesome, but the lot (all 300-something acres) and location kick some tail too.

2. Amy Grant's former residence--and by default almost; it's next door to Alan Jackson's.

3. Dolly Parton: complete with a chapel, this fully-restored Civil War-era home also has a small "playhouse" where Dolly escapes to write her songs.

4. Some producer whose name I can't remember... mile-long driveway lined with pear trees.

Some of the other singers, i.e., Faith Hill & Tim McGraw, had prohibited their coul-de-sacs from being accessible to tour buses, so we couldn't see their houses. But all in all, it was a perfect family reunion activity. Maybe next year we'll all go to Dollywood--I've never been there, and am ashamed to say so as a Tennesseean.

Please answer

Saturday, July 15, 2006

"In the john" or "on the john" ????????

4 out of 7

Thursday, July 06, 2006

This week, we all had the experience of getting Tuesday off from work (or off from school, but you were off anyway). This gave the illusion on Monday that it was Friday; and after Tuesday, there were only 3 days left in the week!

So I said to Jonathan, I wish we had every Tuesday off...this has been the grestest/shortest week ever. He said, "You would rather have Tuesday off than Friday every week?" After some thought, I really have decided Tuesday is the best day to have off. It breaks up the week, and then if you need to take a Monday off, it's less of a big deal. Well, that might not be true, because we would probably get collectively less days off if every day was a 4-day week. I just know it was refreshing to have this 4-day week. Tomorrow is Friday! PIRATES!

What would your extra day off be?

A Red-Letter Day

Thursday, June 29, 2006

I finished my thank you notes.

Now, my goal was to finish before 6/22--two months after the wedding. But 6/28 (last night)... I'll take it. There are still 3 addresses I need to dig up, but all writing of text is complete. This comes on the heels of Kristy Crawford's post, the importance and art of writing notes, etc. etc., so I feel somewhat blogger-timely. I'm not only timely, but extremely relieved. Any notes written after this will be gravy. Icing. Fun, maybe.

Special thanks to the NBA for having a really long drafting process. Without you, this block of uninterrupted writing time would not have been possible. Thank you.

(I hope no one reading this had their thank you note lost in the mail...)


Monday, June 26, 2006

I'm wearing a pink-and-white striped headband in this same shape today (they didn't have the picture of my exact pattern).

Are headbands alright to wear to work in the adult world? I feel a bit too Caddyshack today, in my navy a-line skirt, white sweater, and pink-and-white striped headband. But I love it. When else are you supposed to wear a headband? Not just for tennis. It's too darn hot here, anyway, to wear pretty tennis clothes. We don't even really play tennis (Jonathan does sometimes).

Thoughts on headbands? (Thick ones?)

Clue: What are the odds?

Monday, June 19, 2006

As Jonathan says, my experience last night ranks up there with the Longhorns winning the National Championship in football and running a marathon.

I won Clue on the very first turn of the game.

What are the odds, really? There are 6 suspects, 6 weapons, and 10 rooms, right? A 1 in 360 chance? Is that even right? As Mrs. Peacock, I moseyed into the Conservatory, because it was the only room I could get into with the number on the dice, and guessed the candlestick because it was sitting the closest to me on the board. The guess went all the way around the circle with no evidence, so I thought, what the heck? I'll look in the confidential envelope. There they all were: Mrs. Peacock, the candlestick, in the Conservatory.

I was the first turn of the game.

Has this happened to anyone else, ever? Could playing this game possibly be as memorable ever again?


The Master Sleuth

Personality test from Jesse's blog

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Your Five Factor Personality Profile


You have high extroversion.

You are outgoing and engaging, with both strangers and friends.

You truly enjoy being with people and bring energy into any situation.

Enthusiastic and fun, you're the first to say "let's go!"


You have medium conscientiousness.

You're generally good at balancing work and play.

When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done.

But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it.


You have medium agreeableness.

You're generally a friendly and trusting person.

But you also have a healthy dose of cynicism.

You get along well with others, as long as they play fair.


You have low neuroticism.

You are very emotionally stable and mentally together.

Only the greatest setbacks upset you, and you bounce back quickly.

Overall, you are typically calm and relaxed - making others feel secure.

Openness to experience:

Your openness to new experiences is low.

You're a pretty conservative person, and you favor what's socially acceptable.

You think that change for novelty's sake is a very bad idea.

While some may see this as boring, many see you as dependable and wise.

Hot pics

Saturday, June 03, 2006

The pictures are up and hopping. And there are lots. If you were there, don't give up--there's most likely a picture of you in the reception section.

p.s. What's the freaking deal with no one updating anymore? And by no one, I mean EVERY SINGLE LINK to your right of blogs I read and love and cherish. Come on, people.

Getting to Know You: Naps

Monday, May 15, 2006

This is one picture from the wedding day I thought was pretty. And on to my thoughts.

I think when you move, there's a period of breaking in a new bed. Thus, there's a period of time when you're not sure if you're comfortable napping because it almost requires complete comfort and familiarity with your new and very important pal (your bed).

Well, I'm ready. I'm now ready and requiring naps in my new bed. I'm completely happy with its position in the room, its height, the lighting, and for the most part, average temperature. We're friends.

About to burst...

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

I am dying to talk to someone about the Gilmore Girls finale. Tears were shed.


Monday, May 08, 2006

My mother-in-law has procured two small kittens, approximate ages 8-10 weeks old. The sister kitty is all black, and the brother kitty is a gray striped tabby. As some/most of you know, I am a new cat lover. They are precious. It's probably been two years since my Lily sat in my lap voluntarily, so having a tiny baby kitten sleeping on my tummy last night was an unequivocal joy. What I wouldn't pay for Lily to be a lap cat...

The girl kitten has been already named Chloe, after Miss Susie's favorite character on 24. So I think the little boy will consequently be Jack, but it's not for sure. Any other ideas?

Two hours later:

It turns out Chloe is a boy. So now their names are Lewis and Clark: Clark is the black kitty and Lewis is the striped kitty. They are very cute.

The New Girl

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Let my disclaimer be this: I haven't updated yet because I didn't want to come empty-handed, i.e., no pictures. And I really didn't know how to put them on the blog. So there you have it.

I hope this works.

Married...check. Honeymoon...check. New drivers license...check. New JOB...check. All new; new, new, new. I'm new to marriage, new to my job, and have a new name. For those curious, my new job is the Marketing and Donor Relations Coordinator at Lifeblood, our region's primary blood donation organization. And what's awesome about starting a job the week after your honeymoon is that no one there will ever have to adjust to my new name.

So our honeymoon was perfectly blissful, minus some stomach problems, but let's be honest, stomach problems really help break the ice of bathroom habits. We really just hung out, read our books, and watched the entire 2nd season of Lost off of iTunes hooked up to our TV. It was wonderful.

Coming back to Memphis and being married has been more than fun too. For example, Jonathan really does turn his alarm clock off and then immediately get up--he wasn't kidding me before. I'm not sure if he's trying to impress me with his almost automatic wake-up routine or what, but he isn't a dawdler in the waking up process like I am, and I'm sure many of you are.

I'm not really sure what else to write; we're still processing everything, I think. I don't have any wedding pictures on either of our computers, but they should be u


Wednesday, April 19, 2006

RSVP stands for "respondez, s'il vous plait." That means "please respond" in French. Yes, I know the French don't like us, but somehow we've adopted this custom of putting the request RSVP at the bottom of invitations. RSVP is not the same as Regrets only, which has reared its ugly head by confusing those who don't know what RSVP means. RSVP needs a response. It says, Tell me either way if you're coming or if you're not.

Maybe all brides go through this when they get married, this rock-solid resolve that builds toward responding to invitations in a timely and consistent manner. All I know is, I had better gosh darn respond to every single RSVP.

I don't even know

Sunday, April 16, 2006

What does marriage even mean?

Ten days?

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

My birthday was nice, to those of you who put up with my mini-tirade...low-key and relaxed and wonderful. It was actually kind of a relief not having any expectations attached to it. Jonathan took me out to Houston's, one of my favorite places, and we had a good time all day long together, on our last unmarried birthday.

There are about 923892832 things that come up that can only be done in the final weeks before your wedding, it seems to me. And we're getting them done. But I'm pretty sure I could have already got my car inspected... whoops. It's 7:14 a.m., and darn it, I will be the first one in line when they open at 8.

The Overshadowed Birthday

Friday, April 07, 2006

Yes, yes, tomorrow is my birthday. I'm turning 22 just in time to get married, I know, I know. And I need to preface this post with the acknowledgement that what I'm about to say may sound self-pitying, but it's not in any way.

I am one of those people who loves their birthday. Yes, I've been known to cry if it wasn't a good one (um, think 1992 and 1999, friends). I love that there is one day in the whole year that really belongs to you only (yes, mine also belongs to Betty Ford, Gerald Ford's wife, and Laura Lemmons, and my soon-to-be brother-in-law, Michael, swears it's the prophet Muhammed's too). I love that there is one day in the year that anyone you meet and tell it is your birthday will instantly either a) smile, b) wish you Happy Birthday, or c) instantly be nicer to you--i.e., toll booth workers, teachers, restaurant servers, etc.

Another thing I love about my birthday is that it is a palindrome: 4.8.84. It's the same backwards and forwards (eg, was it eliot's toilet i saw). This is not something that can happen this decade, you realize. I often feel very smug when asked for my birthdate, I can reply, "4884" with no break. And usually, the person has to stop and think for a second, and then they get it (and I'm thinking, Yeah, it's cool huh, sorry you can't have it).

This year is obviously different. Tomorrow, on my birthday, will be exactly two weeks before our wedding day. So of course, the birthday has been swept under the carpet, flown under the radar, blah blah blah, leaving me feeling semi-guilty that I am daring to have a birthday in the middle of all the hoopla and abundant gift-giving that's occurred in recent weeks/months. How dare I expect anything else at all?

Well, I'm not. My mom's making me a pink strawberry cake. And I'm turning 22 just in time. Will every year be like this?

2nd Honeymoon

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

The latest news:

So, Jonathan and I will get to have our second honeymoon before we ever get to go on our first. Did yall hear about the cruise ship that burned last week? Yep, that was ours. The only Princess cruise to leave on Sunday, April 23. Jonathan said, "This will be funny in about 2 months." I think it's pretty funny now. So we're on square one for honeymoon location...where shall we go? Tunica? Mobile? San Francisco? Any suggestions?

For cruise ship damage, go to:

Negative 1 Month Anniversary

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

So tomorrow (or today technically) is one month until the Big Day. Transition time will be completed. My marital status will never again be Single.

Two things to address in this post:

1. I have been reading drastically less in these past few months...engagement? No set schedule? I don't know. Nonetheless, it has been weird. (Maybe because I've put aside fiction for marriage books...)

2. I love American Idol. When did this happen? I watched the Clay and Ruben season and the Fantasia season, but not last season. I didn't care one bit about Carrie Underpants or Bo Longhaired fact, I would get frustrated with the purple section in the USA Today when they had a freaking "Idol" update after every single episode. After all, "not everyone's watching American Idol."
Well, let me tell you, I am definitely eating my words. Not only do I love American Idol, but I could easily have a fifteen minute conversation with anyone who has watched a single episode and convince them that this is going to be the closest race in the history of the show. There are seriously five or six, wait six or seven even, that could win. And any of these six or seven could have won on previous seasons. I am serious. It's that good. This week's show was the best so far. Everyone is at the top of their game now, and all I have to say is Paula Abdul is either an alcoholic or she is on a lot of painkillers, because something isn't right.
(If any of you are viewers and you're wondering who my favorite is, it's Elliott Yamin. Sure, he may not be the most attractive or the most "hip"...but he's got a great voice, let me tell you, a great voice.)

I'll close with this: is there something wrong with me that I'm really not stressed out yet?

Fix You? Fix Me!

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

For pictures from the about-to-be-described blessed event, click on the Brooke's Blog link to your right.

This weekend was my dear friend, Jesse Faris' wedding. (That's the first time I've really written her name in complete seriousness and legality.) It was the wedding of Nick and Jesse Faris. And let me tell you, it was a breath of fresh air. Although it's somewhat tiring to be a bridesmaid, it is a complete joy to share such an important day in the life of one of your best friends. Feeling with her that thrill of going to meet her groom (although it is less than 6 weeks until I go to meet mine!) was a privilege; praying with her before she and Nick officially left their families and individual selves for each other--what an awesome time blessed by God! And I mean awesome in the spiritual sense.

Before you ask, YES, it was even more excitement-inducing for me since mine and Jonathan's wedding is now 40 days away. Wow. Forty days. (Well, I guess less since it's after midnight.) My breath caught right before walking down the aisle ahead of Jesse. Caught because I will be walking down that very same aisle to meet my match and become his wife.

Jesse did walk down the aisle to "Fix You" by Coldplay. It was a perfect entrance for her. But I was thinking about the words later, and it kind of turned into sort of a barebones prayer: Lord, fix me. Fix me into a woman who can serve you by serving Jonathan as his wife. Fix me into the woman you've made me to become. Thank you for abundantly blessing me!

Placesettings and Namecards

Sunday, March 05, 2006

Today was our wedding shower at Highland. It was beautiful! They used the white tulips that we're using in the wedding, and spread Tiffany blue tablecloths on the tables like the bridesmaids' dresses, and there was punch and yummy cookies and even a manequin wearing an antique lace wedding dress!

This whole experience was truly humbling. There are so many families at Highland that bless me it's hard to think straight. I can't even remember everything I opened right this minute, but I know that so much love, prayers, and support goes into each one of those presents. So many of these families helped raise both me and Jonathan; we wouldn't be who we are if it weren't for them. And as much as I dislike Hillary Clinton, this "village" of a church really has raised both of these "children" about to marry each other.

And also, Jonathan got the only thing he really wanted to register for--his digital scale! Thank you, Nancy Black!

New and Improved

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

I've decided to make the switch over to Blogger. This encourages posting by the entire world of the web, unlike xanga, which only allows its members to participate in posts. The leaf has been turned.

Has anyone read anything they just couldn't put down? I recently finished A Million Little Pieces, the controversial "memoir" by James Frey. This book was slightly difficult to stomach, as it was about recovery from drug addiction; although the issue being able to put it down (I definitely could), the story has indeed been occupying my mind since I've finished it. And I must make a confession: I have never truly appreciated recovery from drug addiction. Yes, my good friend Jared is a successful recovering Alcoholic and I appreciate him and his testimony. But after reading this book, GONE is my "get over's in your power to completely stop" attitude. Which is funny, because James Frey does not accept AA's Twelve Steps or the "theory" (his word) that addiction is a disease that one is born with. He has remained sober by taking personal responsibility and really and truly just saying no. But this book makes that seem like an impossible choice for 99.9% of struggling addicts. It really made me appreciate the strength and humility it takes to overcome an addiction.

(Sorry my first real post is so heavy. It is partly a response to Kelly's previous question.)
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