Pornography, foofy coffees, and little French pastries.
(Not at the same time.)
Ice cream. Especially if I haven’t made it myself, because then it’s unhealthy, a waste of money, and shows that I’m too lazy to make my own.
Buying kitchen gadgets. The more I buy, the more I feel like I ought to be cooking all the time, rather than microwaving frozen stromboli.
Chocolate Necco wafers. Yes, really.
Cigarettes. I love cigarettes.
Incredibly dark chocolate.
Lying around in the sun and reading for hours when I should be doing something productive/grown-up.
Sarah, tell me you don’t take pieces of incredibly dark chocolate and dip them in incredibly strong coffee and pop the half melted coffee-flavored-incredibly-dark-chocolate into your mouth. Or if you do in fact do this, at least tell me that you don’t do it with your eyes closed.
If you can’t deny the above, then at least tell me that you don’t sit with old men in Greece munching on cyanide-filled hollow teeth because, well, that’d just be weird. 
Posting from work, and smoking. (But I only smoke one or two per night, unless we’re playing pool, no more than two or three times a week, frequently less and I bum them all from the same person, so it can’t possibly get out of control like it did the last time, right? Right?)
Greek olives, right out of the jar.
Smoking, junk food, and the Sims 2. Preferably all at the same time.
Saturday afternoon. Chores to do. Me sitting on the couch with a book or magazine in my lap.
Asleep.
Waking up whenever somebody comes into the room, just enough to be reading the book or magazine. As soon as the coast is clear - head back, eyes closed.
I’ve convinced myself that nobody else in the house is on to me . . .
Making and eating an entire box of Velveeta mac and cheese.
coca cola and candy. Damn I must have a huge sweet tooth.
-Tikster
Cheesy, overwrought, purple-prosey romance novels. A guilty pleasure and a secret shame.
I still watch wrestling.
Disaster movies! I like to find scientific errors to nitpick in them. I had a lot of fun a few weeks ago when SciFi channel showed 10.5.
A bottle of Jim Beam Black, a box of Cheddar Jack Cheez-its, and any cheesy horror movie from the 80’s on the TV!
Heh. Can’t deny the first accusation… but I am currently reading The Magus!
Chocolate. Not exactly original but true, unfortunately. I’m still trying to come to grips with the notion of ‘moderation’.
I am one of the few people who really, really liked both Charlie’s Angels movies. But that’s not the shameful part. You know that scene where Cameron Diaz is dancing around in her underwear? That’s me. If I’m alone (and sometimes when I’m not), if the music is right… “Love Shack” is my kryptonite, but anything with a decent rhythm can make me embarrass myself.
-Cigarettes
-Cola flavored Freezoni from QuickTrip- am I the only one who detects a hint of dirt flavor in those… and likes it???
-Glazed Devil’s Food donuts
-Picking at my husband’s blemishes
-Singing Baba O’Riley at the top of my lungs, prancing around like Roger Daltry, using a hairbrush as a mic. <turns beet red>