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Cigarettes, gambling, porn and booze. What's your addiction? How low have you sunk and how have you tried to beat it?

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(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 16:42)
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Counting the trucks on freight trains.
This might be mildly OCDish, but I can't let a freight train go past without counting all the trucks. Frustrating when it's going sloooooowly, even more frustrating when I'm on a train and it flies past in the opposite direction, too fast to count.
And if I lose count? Well, you don't want to be near me when I lose count...
It almost makes me feel like a five-year-old watching Thomas The Tank Engine again.

I also can't function without a cup of tea in the mornings, I'm horrible to see, hear or be around when I've had no tea.

See also the Cribs, pear cider (Bulmers please), and Marlboro Lights.
(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 19:39, Reply)
Adrenaline junkie...
I've come to the conclusion that I'm addicted to an adrenaline rush. Particularly since passing my driving test 6 years ago.

I love the rush of speed. I love the feeling of belting down a twisty road at over 100mph. And most of all I love taking the next bend so fast that smoke comes off all 4 tyres as I'm pinned to the side of the car.

One particular time I was heading down the M5 (times and dates removed for obvious reasons) in a borrowed Jetta (borrowed from Audi Roadside as my A4 was in having the engine replaced under warranty after I'd blown it up by taking it around a race track) at approximately 135mph I caught sight of red and blue flashing lights in my rear view mirror about half a mile back... dropped back to lane 1 and slowed to exactly 70mph as I came off the slip road. The marked police car also came down the slip road and sat in the lane to my right, the copper in the driving seat glaring over at me as if to say "I saw you and I'm spitting feathers cos I can't prove it!". He turned around and headed back up the M5. I carried on to meet up with my friends at the bowling alley... on a massive adrenalin rush!

There's been others too, but yes, I think I'm an adrenaline junkie.
(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 19:36, 6 replies)
Does it count if you don't care?
(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 19:28, Reply)
A few
Kicked fags successfully (I think, been about 7 years now).
The Tampa Bay Buccaneers (I bore everyone with our latest result and how other results impact on our playoff hopes; currently hoping the Giants can do a number on the Panthers on Sunday)
Gaymers Pear Cider.
Anything Ginger/Wildhearts related.
Toy Soldiers (Currently expanding my WW2 Soviet infantry and Tankovy force).
The Japanese navy in WW2.
Luftwaffe unit markings. Wehrmacht (Heer) & SS markings and camo.
Xbox360, and Live. Call of Duty: WaW and Fable 2 are eating WAY too much of my time.

Theres more.

Edit. I realise some of these may not be "addictions" in the propoer sense (Cider mainly) but the Military stuff is; I have spent £00's on books, games, figures, scenery etc. My cellar is a gaming (and pron) shrine. If im not working Im reading a book usually on something military (unless its a novel). Somedays I can spend from 9 til 3 painting or researching paint, and then from 5-late (ie I break for food). Mrs Kite is a Saint for putting up with me.
(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 19:12, 4 replies)
Started on Peter Stuyvesant Blue in Matric (final year o' high school), then switched to Noblesse in Israel (20mg tar, 1.7mg nicotine, basically car exhaust). Now I smoke Lucky Lights. Lots of them.

What else? Stumbleupon and Arseaboutfacebook, mainly. Indian food, and sex. Sleep is quite lovely, too.
(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 19:04, 1 reply)
Craggy Island Shennanigans

It was like that episode when our two favourite priests were taking a squirt off the side of the cliffs of Moher and Ted says to Dougal...

"Hey what's that?"

"Why it's 'a dick Ted'"

sorry... so obvious so simple, yet I just had to write it down...

addictions in no specific order..

Annoying the easily annoyed,
Dancing like a spacker,
Rolling around on floors.
bonding with housepets,
sometimes their owners,

maybe cheese on toast.
(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 19:01, Reply)
when I first got separated from my ex wife I had to stay in a bedsit, for it was all I could afford on my crappy £10k a year wage after paying for the mortgage on the house as well as rent. The evenings weren't much fun after work, no TV although I did have a PC (zowie! a 150MHz Cyrix and Windows 98).

My budget for food was about £20 a week. Possible, certainly, if you didn't eat posh- plenty of cash for 7 main meals, 7 modest lunches and 7 bowls of cornflakes.

Ah. But no cash left for a drink.

OK, let's rearrange the budget a bit.

Black Oak cider from Tesco, £1.58 for 2 litres of 5% sulphurous cheap piss. 1 to 1.5 bottles of an evening to make time go by quicker.

Leaves just under £6 a week for food.

The amount of meals I've had that consisted of half a tin of baked beans and mini sausages on toast (about 30p a meal) just so I could keep on drinking that sweet, sweet cider as well. When I could have been creative, had pasta bakes, risottoes, even bacon and eggs occasionally- cheap and tasty and effective.

Nope. Mainly beans, spongy mini sausages, toast and LOTS OF PEPPER to make it more interesting.

Of course things have looked up considerably since then, but as I now find myself looking for work after Christmas again, I have seamlessly fallen back into buying cider instead of wine and eating beans and sausages, albeit with grated cheese this time. How easily we fall back into old patterns....

(I'm not skint like I was last time but I'm trying like hell not to spend what I've got in the bank so I'll last a few months....)
(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 18:58, Reply)
Sweet, beautiful painkillers, Is there anything you cant do? Thanks to you the violent, yet dull thudding and drilling currently taking place under one of my molars, is at merely 80% of full capacity and therefore I can now see again without the motion blur filter.

Its been 6 days, and I nicked the co-codamol out of my girlfriends medicine cabinet where she stashed it following a rather nasty operation earlier in the year.

In fact..whats that co-codamol? You want to be eaten? Come here boy come here... here you... just pop. that. down. my. throat. and. wait. for. the....ahhhhhhhhhhhhfucking A.
(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 18:58, 10 replies)
Addiction. Thy name is Wrigleys Extra Sugar Free Peppermint Gum
Where do I start? The jaw-ache? The fresh breath? This is what happens when I have my little tight blue bundle of joy. I always have a couple of spare packets, and I always chew them all. I am pretty much a pack and a half a day man.

The harsh mint! The creamily solid texture! The first few bites take my breath away, then bliss ensues. I bring them on holiday.

Also I am a coprophiliac.
(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 18:57, 1 reply)
Used to be addicted to that. Worked every hour possible. Now? Fuck 'em.
(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 18:54, Reply)
I've just realised threre's nothing I'm addicted to really.
Drugs, booze and wanton sex. Been there, done it, bought the t-shirt and stopped when I was ready.

I did pull my hair out for a period of about 18 months but that was more obsession than addiction.

B3ta's about the only thing that comes near to addiction and I could probably stop that if needed........I think......please don't test me.

Edit - Lip balm.....of course. I have one in my bag, one by the side of my bed, one on my coffee table and one in my office desk drawer. I have the softest lips in Christendom.
(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 18:49, 4 replies)
I'm on about 6-7 cups a day. Without it i start to suffer withdrawal symptoms and I now need it JUST TO FEEL NORMAL!
However when I was a kid it used to be coffee, until i realised it was the reason I could never sleep at night...
So in effect I have moved from heroin to methadone.
Would love to write more but I have a powerful hankerin' for a cuppa
(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 18:34, 4 replies)
Final Fantasy
7 & 8. Nearly got me kicked out of secondary school, and nearly killed me.

I still never beat Omega Weapon. Ruby and Emerald in FF7 were a pushover, though.
(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 18:32, 3 replies)
I'm not addicted to crack mate,
I just need a quid for a cuppa tea!
(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 18:31, Reply)
My mate Edward
My mate Edward is always going out and acting like a prick, and there's only so many you can look past the amount he's had to drink.

The amount of times he's been told:

"Don't be a dick, Ted."

(short, sweet and out of the way early... With thanks to Richy T for the edit suggestion. It still needs work but it'll do for now!)
(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 18:27, 1 reply)
creme eggs
no idea when it started, but im hooked.

i have this theory about 'the crunch' - i knew someone who was addicted to 'the crunch' of carrots, the consistency of the matter they were noshing down on.

i apply this theory to my creme egg addiction. its the way the fondant sits on my tongue. coupled with the initial 'bite' on the hard cadburys casing.

i also have an addiction to stroop waffles, but only in that they see me thru till eastertide choc goodies are available once more.

which is now just after crimble.

so not long to wait.

(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 18:27, 3 replies)
sex drugs and rock and roll
sex - all the time, got to have it, at it like a rabbit 15 times a week and more on sundays, doggie, anal, facesitting, asstomouth, the works, two, three different guys a day*

* may actually be in danger of sealing up and becoming a born again virgin

drugs - yeah baby, coke, e's, heroin, k, roofies, everything except boring dope, my bag is squished full of my stash*

* may be lemsip, tunes and strepsils

rock'n'roll - see above*

* may be blurry eyed from poring over tedious insolvency documents and consider bed at 10pm a huge relief compared to this shit...
(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 18:25, 5 replies)
Arrested Development
Seen every episode at least 7 times. I blame the creators for making it far too re-watchable.
(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 18:13, 5 replies)
I can't stop
playing this: absolutist.com/online/bubbles/bubbles.swf at lunchtimes.

Even worse is that it is really quite shit.
(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 18:10, 10 replies)
In 1993 I was 16 and studying for my A-Levels. All was going well until my older brother gave me a PC to help with my studies. There was just one problem; Doom was installed on the hard drive. I had enjoyed playing Wolfenstien during the summer holidays so I gave it a go. Never has anything sucked me in so hard and fast, not alcohol, not women, not dope, not gambling...

I would get up early to play Doom before school and as soon as I got home I would fire up the computer. I stopped sleeping, eating was not a priority and neither was my schoolwork. Needless to say I was failing miserably, misery being the operative word. I hated school my parents and myself. I think I hated Doom as well but I just couldn't stop playing it. By the time I got to the end of my lower sixth I was well on the way to becoming another teenage college dropout.

One night I was feeling really ill, probably a cold made worse by being a run-down Doom junkie so I necked a can of lager and went to bed. What followed was a night of the most terrifying delirious nightmares I have ever had. I was in the game without weapons and all I could do was run and hide...these dreams went on for hours.

I woke up screaming in a cold sweat in the early hours of the next morning and I knew straight away that I could never face playing Doom again. My mock exams were coming up and the grades would determine what universities I could apply to (if any). I dropped one of my A-Levels and revised my arse off. I also did something that I have never told another living being. I cheated. I refused to let a rough patch at 16/17 fuck up the rest of my life and I stand by that decision today.

I passed my mocks with the grades I needed and the rest, as they say, is history. I still don’t play first person shooters much.
(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 18:07, 4 replies)
Don't know if it would be classed as addiction
But I do rather enjoy Mr S. Duck esquire's rather amusing 'condensed films' that crop up from time to time. Such is my enjoyment that the promised book of them will be on my 'to buy' list when it eventually materialises...

This message was brought to you by the Scaryduck pimping and whoring service in conjunction with DG enterprises.

PS call it fifty quid, Mr Duck, I'm sure it won't dent your profit margins *winks*

(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 18:07, Reply)
Compulsively, often up to four/five times a day in some cases. Seriously, all it takes is a mild hangover, and there I am, hunched over a speeding fist for the day.

I should get home more often.
(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 18:00, 2 replies)
for WWs and new QOTWs

Ah tits and drivel what more could you want?
(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 17:53, Reply)
World of Warcraft
I know i am a geek but i can't help myself. Its the silicon equivalent of a grand a day crack habit. Every day i can't wait to immerse myself in digital slaughter.

Wrath of the Liche king has made matters worse. I was just starting to wean myself off killing undead in Karazhan and Blizzard pull the expansion out of the bag and i am back to playing at least three times a week and lord help me will be raiding again next week. Its like a heroin dealer coming up with ever newer and more addictive forms of shooting up.

In all seriousness many of my friends live scattered around the country and they also play Warcraft, so its as much a social thing for me to play as anything else. A few bevvies and i'm away in my MMORG dream world.
(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 17:49, 5 replies)
How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bong
Repost from the I Quit QOTW, as it seems to fit and I think the title is all clever and stuff.

I first met Weed one sunny afternoon when, as a naive 14 year old, I discovered that the cloud of smoke being expelled from my lungs was in fact more than just the tobacco I had assumed it to be. There was no moral outrage, no upset at being 'duped' into inadvertently smoking Weed, indeed, I refused to pass it on and filled my lungs once more, but with a greater determination to maximise the impact.

At first we would meet only occasionally. I was young, constantly making new mind-altering acquaintances, and only able to dedicate a limited amount of time to any one of them. Drink quickly became a fairly regular companion, but his more narcotic cousins would flitter in and out of my life as my mood dictated. However, as time passed I found myself favouring Weed above the others and throughout the end of my teenage years and into my early 20's I developed quite the affinity for it.

Our relationship soon developed into a very one sided love affair, with me devoting more and more time and money while Weed gave nothing back beyond an overwhelming lethargy and a persistent paranoia. I puffed my way through university, blundered through an inglorious beginning to my working life and, other than writing a not insignificant amount of music, achieved remarkably little.

My parents have always bemoaned my desire to smoke my life away; not only because I'm sure it's the last thing you want to see your offspring do (and both my brothers were as bad until they produced offspring of their own), but because it made their already stupidly lazy son into a completely useless twat. And so it was warmly welcomed when, around Christmas last year, I declared the affair was to end. If only I could completely persuade myself of the same.
(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 17:48, 2 replies)
I'm addicted
to getting on the Best... page.

Help me. Please.
(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 17:46, 9 replies)
The other time I realised I might have a gambling problem
My local amusement arcade lost their licence to operate for letting all the town's pre-teen piss all their money in their machines.

To get round this, they simply stopped their fruit machines from paying out and put up a big sign that said "FOR AMUSEMENT ONLY".

I still went in every day and pissed all my money in their machines.

Three other blokes did the same.

Also: I had the top score on Galaxians every day for a month.
(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 17:41, 1 reply)
The West Wing
I've been through it all about 5 times now.
(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 17:37, 1 reply)
Diagnosis murder
im not sure what i like about it,

it's just ace...

Oh and Quincy too!
(, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 17:34, 3 replies)

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