Well, we finally created an eBay account. We need to purge some of the stuff from the guest room closet and have been talking about this for months now. Every time we started, it seemed to get real complicated, asking for all kinds of personal numbers. Now all we need are the digital photos and snazzy descriptions (I'll leave that to Kate) and we can sell off our junk.
Of course, we couldn't just start selling; we needed to see what the buying was like first. We already "won" a butter dish (color: bone) and an electric guitar (color: none). Oh, and I'm still thinking about bidding on that old Liz Phair EP.
All this consumerism got me thinking. Since it is nearly the season for birthdays and gift-giving holidays, I tried to come up with an extended, expanded wish list. I soon realized that there was nothing I really wanted. Well, I really want a house and a big television set, but I'm not expecting those as gifts. Actually, I don't really want a big television set; I'm just drawn to them. I look at them every time we pass an electronics store at the mall. I don't understand why.
In any case, am I really this easy to please? I can't think of anything that I really want, just for myself, being totally selfish?
About this blog: There is no moral. There is no point. Just thought I'd write about what's going on. Hey, it's my blog, right?
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