I'm addicted to ebay. It's satan. I realize that I'm a bit OCD to begin with, but on there, I just can't help myself, I must bid on everything. (Luckily, I only win about 3/4 of what I bid on, or else my husband would freak out).
I don't know what to do with myself. I should be cleaning up or going through and trying to throw out some of the shit that I have acquired through the years, but what do I do instead, I sit here on the computer for hours, aimlessly looking at the same things over and over again.
I went through the trouble of getting my mom's old typewriter because I had this "great" idea for a novel. If only I was motivated enough to actually put the typewriter on the desk and use it, instead of having it on the floor as a weapon (just in case a crack head neighbor tries to break in). At least I know that if I hit someone with it, they're dead.
Wow, so this is pointless and going nowhere. oh well, I'm off to FAF....
I don't know what to do with myself. I should be cleaning up or going through and trying to throw out some of the shit that I have acquired through the years, but what do I do instead, I sit here on the computer for hours, aimlessly looking at the same things over and over again.
I went through the trouble of getting my mom's old typewriter because I had this "great" idea for a novel. If only I was motivated enough to actually put the typewriter on the desk and use it, instead of having it on the floor as a weapon (just in case a crack head neighbor tries to break in). At least I know that if I hit someone with it, they're dead.
Wow, so this is pointless and going nowhere. oh well, I'm off to FAF....