By Mir
October 23, 2004

I went back. Spent the whole morning doing it, actually. And now? I’m so afraid. Hold me.

What does it say about me that–upon reading people saying perfectly nice things about me–I turn around and deliberately insert myself into a situation where people are going to make me cry? There is something very, very wrong with the self-preservation portion of my brain. I suspect the bill-paying portion of my brain has taken it hostage.

I had a bid on my first item before I’d finished putting my listings up. The bidder has 0 feedback. And it gets better! She registered… yesterday! I’m just waiting for the email. “Hi!!! I live on Venus, and was wondering if you might ship to my friend’s cousin’s daughter’s baby on Neptune, perhaps even before I pay you??? Also, do you accept barter payments like roosters?” With any luck she’ll be outbid before it comes to that.


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