I’m pretty much a semi-obsessive.

Fortunately it’s not anything bad like cocaine, or alcohol, or plastic surgery (OH EM GEE, have you seen the “new” Heidi Montag? Fake face, much?)

My semi-obsession wants wain with the wind. (Alliteration much?) It could be books (hello, Twilight!), hot dogs (every day for lunch), games (play me on Words with Friends – awholelotofnothing), or a TV show (oh, Weeds, when will you return?).

Currently, it’s Dexter.

If you’ve been reading me for a while or if you know me for reals, you know I’m a TV whore. I’m not signing up to take part in a “TV-Free Week” with my kids. I’m not purging my DVR list. I’m not turning it off for the good of the green earth. (I bought a carbon offset for my UPS shipment today. That $.30 should carry me over for my inner Earth Mother for at least a month.)

Don’t you dare make me turn off my 50 inches of plasma love. Do you realize what happened the last time I went without a giant TV? Major breakdownage. 3 whole months without HDTV. I know. I still shudder.

And now, Dexter. It’s a shocker SHOCKER SHOCKER for you to hear that I’ve never watched it. I know. I. KNOW! After literally years of hearing all the good stuff about it, I finally decided I needed to watch it. But how?

Netflix.

I *tingle* as I type it: **Netflix**

(did you feel it? i totally did.)

I signed back up for the 4th or 5th time. Every other time I’ve signed up, we’d get a movie then keep it for 3 months and eventually send it back when we paid enough in monthly fees to pay for 4 movies. bygones.

I got my disk in the mail, put it in (that’s what she said), and WHAM BAM, THANK YOU MA’AM.

Instant obsession.

I watched the first two seasons in 4 days on DVD and on my lappy. Yes, I’d sit here, Tweet, blog, listen to hockey, and watch Dexter.

I totally wanna lick on Dexter’s Michael C. Hall’s tum tum.

I mean. Look.

He’s the best-looking serial killer since Ted Bundy, but that creepo was totally un-doable. Plus I was like un-born and a baby when he was on his rampage when he killed those innocent girls. Not that it would have totally stopped him, cause, you know, he was a crazy serial killer. Dexter Morgan only kills bad guys who deserve it. He’s a good guy by default. And he can’t help it, right? RIGHT? Otherwise, why would Oprah bestow those abs on such a bad man?

What’s your current semi- or full-on obsession?