How I know I have a problem

Hello, my name is Sassy and I'm an addict.

*Helloooo Sassy.*

One of the very first conversations MyHope and I had when I arrived in the valley of the sun went something like this:

MyHope- Why aren't you playing Facebook Bejeweled
Sassy- *slurps drink and shrugs*
MyHope- No, really, OMG, YOU MUST PLAY!!
Sassy- *gulps adult beverage and nods in a rather believable (but probably not) way*
MyHope- THE WORLD WILL END IF YOU DON'T PLAY WE MUST BEAT EX!!
Sassy- *pulls head out of her whiskey and begins to pay attention*

You see, I have a teeny tiney competitive streak. I might just be a little bit compulsive about it. It's not a nasty ugly, my day is ruined if I lose kind of thing, but it does take control of my brain on occassion.

Facebook Bejeweled has officially eaten my soul.

They all (the entire Ex-family) have been playing for weeks and have built up some pretty good skillz. I on the other hand suck fantastic suckiness. And so I must practise and must play to get better and must beat them must must cannot stop must play.

Quick, someone form and intervention!