For the ten people who like to visit our site and read our rantings I would like to apologize for the slow down in material. We think this might have occurred due to the alien abduction we experienced recently. I was completely unaware that anal probing on those ships is followed by tequila shots and decent guacamole. We made some new friends but we are happy to be back!

A few weeks ago I realized I needed to do some spring cleaning, get rid of stuff in my apartment that I no longer need or want. My friend, Brenda suggested I try selling some of it online to make some extra cash. My first thought was who would want this to buy this crap but she mentioned how she once sold a beat up tire online.  She works in sales and makes a living at it. For some reason sales people blow my mind because their paycheck is determined by how many people they convince to buy stuff. The thought of convincing anyone to buy or do anything terrifies me.  The only sales job I ever had was while I was in college where I sold make up in a department store. For me going to work was not to make sales, it was to see my friends, try on different colored lip stick and gossip about who was screwing who. In fact many times I found myself talking people out of buying stuff. After one woman spent forty five minutes trying on all of the lip sticks in the display case I said “Let’s really be honest here, you can’t make a decision because you probably don’t want another lipstick”. I decided to take Brenda’s advise and try the online thing because I would not have to convince anyone of anything. So I grabbed a few of the items that I thought other people might want and placed a picture of them online.  Within an hour I had several emails inquiring about some of the items. The first item I sold was a Polaroid camera, when I exchanged the camera for cash I felt a surge of adrenaline. It was fun selling my crap for money and that evening when I looked at the things in my apartment they no longer represented a place to sit, sleep or cook food on, they now were a way to make some quick cash. I went on a selling frenzy; nothing held sentimental or practical value for me anymore. When things weren’t moving fast enough or interest dropped I slashed the prices. I was a woman possessed, caught up in the high of making an easy buck. After selling my stove for 30 bucks one evening I realized my apartment looked like it had been looted. That’s when I realized I had a problem and got help. Now when I feel the urge to sell something online, I grab a bottle of wine or fresh doobie. Yes I’m drunk and stoned a lot but at least there is a couch in my home for me to pass out on. 

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