What's Your Fucking Problem-Addiction Edition

I will delete this diary if Liz shows up soon. Posting tonight has given me some trouble, maybe she is having trouble.

Come to think of it I have no idea how one goes about deleting a diary (?)  But if you are anything like me...your heart starting beating a little harder about 40 minutes ago...then  your breathing got quicker....then you had a hot flash (O.K., maybe that's just me and many women in the 38-and on years).  My neck also got stiffer and I began to crinkle my toes.

So here I sit, fingers poised on the "Publish Diary" button (oh shit! I forgot tags-I am so jittery now) wondering....Can I do this? Shall I do this? Does anybody give a rat's ass? Again, come to think of it, this is pretty much what my brain is saying all day long.  Now if what I were about to do  would cause any harm greater than hearing "Green beans, again?? I hate green beans" well then my little head banter would really not disrupt much of the world force as we know it.

But I hate to step on any toes here...but I need me my WYFP?  I want to know how you are.  And I want some Pooties pix.  Lots and lots of Pooties pix.

So without further anguish (on your part), I'm gonna hit "Post" and please help me delete if necessary:()

So what's your fucking problem?