A surge of blood

Can I share something goofy and narcissistic with you?

I'm addicted to Scramble - it's a facebook game like online Boggle, where you try to find words on a grid of letters. You can see the scores of other players. Being a quick typist and a word geek (don't forget obsessive-compulsive lazy-ass office worker who spends much too much time playing) I get high scores, the highest of my friends.

But an ex-boyfriend got within three points of my score, and when I saw that he did, I felt this overwhelming surge of lust for him.

Which cracked me up.

And really, who do you share something like that with except your blog buds?

I am simultaneously embarrassed/charmed by me.