- That I'll never find someone I like enough to marry
- That I won't find that someone, so I'll marry the wrong someone and spend the rest of my life a miserable wreck of a human being
- That I worry about getting married, how 1950's is that?
- That Phoebe will somehow set herself on fire when I'm not home, thus setting my apartment and the rest of my worldly possessions on fire
- That I'm more worried about my apartment burning down because my cat set it on fire than I am about gas leak/runaway candle flame/etc.
- That the stories I submitted to the contest are so awful that they'll send them back to me with the words, "HAHAHA" scribbled on them in thick, black marker.
- Moving again, for the third time in less than two years
- Money
- Friend/Family member dying
- That I will unintentionally do something with my computer that will cause the downfall of civilization
- Three letters . . . G W B
- That the world will end while I'm in the shower
- And, for some freak reason, I do not die but all of my clothes have disintegrated and I have to walk around with all the other mutants all naked and vulnerable
- And all the other mutants are boring and don't get my jokes
- Or Republicans
- That the fact that I worry about the world ending and what kind of mutants I might end up with means I have some sort of brain disorder
- But if I do have a brain disorder, maybe Dr. McDreamy can fix me
- Or George
- I'm not picky
- Should I be worried that I am pretending McDreamy and George are real doctors? Or that my obsession with Grey's Anatomy is reaching scary levels?
- I'm gonna go with no, because this list is long enough as it is
Long live McDreamy.
And George, my favorite little Hobbit doctor.
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