What’s your obsessions? The little things that make you tick? Without them, you life would be lame and miserable.
My current list: (it changes weekly!)
*McDonalds. If I couldn’t work, I’d go crazy
*Rashad. I almost even told him how I feel today! But then I wussed out, and played it off like I was kidding…
*dr pepper
*peanut butter twix
*the internet. If I lost my computer again, i’d absolutely lose my mind.
Josta! Josta!! JO-O-O-O-O-OSTA-A-A-A-A-A!!!
And Quake. I love Quake. Quake Quake Quake. Sure, it may have slipped in terms of gameplay recently, but QUAKE!
And, finally… “McCloud!”
Hmmm I’m obsessed with the Gran Turismo series on the playstation. Applebee’s chicken strip dinners. Steak ‘N’ Shake’s double steak burger with chili dinner. Tinkering around with my old computer and making one helluva of a hybrid beast out of it.
(1)The Straight Dope
(2)The most amazing, wonderful man who is the love of my life
(3)Blow-Pops
1-Paying bills (I do this to relax in my spare time these days. NOT like me)
2-Radio contests, which is easy on 3rd shift. No one is listening, so all my co-workers and I win all the time.
3-Free Cell, which is my game of choice these days at work.
Gee, thanks, 'Beth. I’m obsessed with you, too. 
(SOMEbody was going to say it, sooner or later!)
SPOOFE!! It’s supposed to be a secret, remember? I don’t want to discourage my legions of adoring fans! 
Currently residing in the obsessive regions of my brain are:
The Sims.
Not smoking.
I need a new bra.
I have to start paying back my student loan this month.
Not smoking.
The Sims.
I want a baby.
Not smoking.
Food.
Fran
Some of my obsessions are:
Music - all different kinds, but especially Soukous, Rumbas and Modern Rock.
Getting High - There I said it. Once all the chores are done, there’s nothing like smoking a little pot and baking in the sun.
The Beach - See previous .
Another one for the Internet - I look up shit that I think of from way out of the blue and 9 out of 10 some freak already has a shrine set up.
Clean Sheets - Love swishing my feet on those nice cotten sheets.
Alright, another one for Not Smoking - I was in a traffic jam on Sunday and I could smell cigarette smoke from the smokers in the other cars in front of me. I don’t know why my wife thinks I’m overboard on the subject.
Mrs. RickJay. After years I just can’t stop wanting more.
Everquest. Level 22, Luclin server. I want my Level 24 spells, dammit!
The Blue Jays. God, I hate Alex Gonzalez.
My Mom’s beef stroganoff. It is, absolutely without question, the tastiest food ever prepared. Mrs. RickJay, my sister, her boyfriend, her EX-boyfriend, and I will call her and beg her to make it, and when she does we eat like pigs. I dream about the beef strog. It’s unbelieveable; she must put crack in it or something. I live three hours from my parents and we make the drive just to eat Mom’s beef stroganoff. I have never eaten a meal, not at the finest French restaurant, that touches it. Everyone who has eaten it agreed it’s the best foodstuff they ever consumed. Her potato salad is also magnificent.
Sometimes I make my own beef stroganoff or I make the Hamburger Helper stroganoff, but all pale next to Mom’s. They are sad, pitiful shadows or her beef stroganoff.
Gutting my CD collection. So far, only Counting Crows, Ben Folds, and Billy Joel have survived intact. Jewel’s first CD stayed, too (Listen to every other track, and it’s one of the best CDs I’ve heard in a while, IMHO). Getting rid of the rest.
I watch WAY TOO MUCH TV. I SLEEP with it on.
I find my thoughts turning all too often about just packing up and leaving town. Don’t know where to yet. But the more I think about it, the closer I get to doing it
Staying skinny.
The Internet.
Not contracting HIV.
Keeping my place tidy.
Jewelry.
My current obsessions:
Anything German…music, men, food, language, culture, history, knick knacks, neighborhoods…German german german. Mr. Jarbaby calls me The Germaniac.
Baseball. I can’t stop watching baseball. I love it, I love it I love it. When I see it on t.v., no matter WHO it is, I watch it. It’s the best. I love watching and talking about and listening to baseball. go Cubs.
Hi Opal.
Swimming. Swimming Swimming Swimming because I have:
A bad back. It consumes my every waking thought. I’ll probably be having surgery in the fall…until then I’ll be in pain every day.
Finding the best Kung Pao Chicken in Chicago. I want it to be blazing hot, fresh, not too greasy, flavorful. Everywhere I go, I’m looking for good Kung Pao.
Roswell - not the city, the t.v. show. Dear Jason Behr…I love you, love Jarbaby
jarbaby
My pregnancy (11 weeks 1 day, I’m not quite sure how many hours). The “obsessed with baby things to buy” has fortunately not kicked in yet.
Dragonball Z (connection with pregnancy? we call the fetus “Little Gohan”)
The Straight Dope. I no longer work. I just sit here, read, and curse the board delays. Oh, and I look up threads about pregnancy, breastfeeding, cute things kids do, and baby names.
Did I mention my pregnancy?
My GOD that’s exciting. Yay! Congratulations…a baby a baby a baby! little toes, little nose…little everything, tiny socks!
I’m so jealous…where’s my husband? I have to have a baby
jarbaby
-U2
-Diet Coke
-the hot French guy at school
-finding a copy of the new Spin with Joey Ramone on the cover (all the stores in town have Johnny Rotten on the cover)
-the newest cd I have: Stereophonics- Just Enough Education to Perform
-finding things that I have lost in the black hole of my closet
Oh, jarbaby…if you weren’t already married…I think that’s my problem. Why I’m still single (not the hitting on married women, though that could be, too). No girl that I’ve dated has been a baseball fan. That’s got to be a requirement for me now. She doesn’t HAVE to like the Cubs. But it would be nice…