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I'm not exactly known for being the most errr...focused of people. My old roommates had a joke about me that involved rolling a nickel on the floor, in my line of vision, if they needed me to get off their tail. I've been likened to a magpie stealing shiny bits of tin to line its nest by several people, in unrelated incidents. It's not unheard of for me to talk into a store with a written list of what I need to buy, constantly reminding myself what I'm there for, and swearing up and down that I won't tear off helter skelter and STILL go: "oooh! That's one of those special frying pans! I've wanted one of those forever! *boing! boing! boing!*" The Engineer recently referred to this as the "The Tara Shopping Experience".

It's one of my most glaring faults. I own it. It's a part of me and I accept that. My boss, Angel, is a lot like me. We've gone out to pick up lunch from a nearby grocery store, was gone for two and a half hours, and came back with only a two gallon jar of pickles, some cheese, and a DVD of 'Stellaluna'. Her boyfriend has her keep one hand on the shopping cart at all times when they're out shopping. I have contemplated seeing if this would work when I was out with the Engineer, but most likely I would wind up just not listening to him.

This un-focus has begun leading into me putting something down and then wandering away because my gears have shifted.

Today, while cleaning out the Emily Strange shoulder bag I bought on eBay from [ profile] corybant, I found a bank envelope from Heaven knows when. With two twenties and a ten in it.

Fifty dollars.

That's a lot of money to me. (my brain has just started cawing and flapping: 'That's a lot of shiny things, Tara! A lot. Of. Shiny!')

How on fucking Earth did I manage to FORGET I had fifty dollars? And how did I not notice that fifty dollars was missing? It's almost unthinkable.

And the worst part is?

This isn't the first time this has happened.

Some time ago, I was cleaning out the hall closet and found a purse I hadn't used in some months. Inside was another bank envelope. And this one had a hundred dollars tucked away inside. That was like my birthday, Second Christmas, and Halloween all rolled into one.

I'm thinking about all of this because as soon as I leave work, I have to stop at Target to pick up a couple of things. A couple of things. Those are very omnious words in my household.

But, I really only need a couple of things. I need cat litter, litter liners, a pumice stone, Method lavender cleaning spray, and something I can't remember because I forgot to write a list. Five, possibly six, things. Ok.

I swear. Just those things. Nothing else.
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When I came into work this morning, I moved my keyboard. Underneath of it was a pile of flattened out, shiny, purple metallic wrappers.


It was a veritable dragon's hoard of treasure and I couldn't, for the life of me, figure out what it was doing under my computer keyboard.

Then I remembered.

I had been saving them from the dark chocolate Hersey kisses I'd bought months ago and eaten over the same time period, with the intent of covering my monitor with them. One by one, maybe five in a day at the most. Some days without eating any. Carefully flattening out the eggplant coloured wrappers (some of them purple and gold checkered!) and sliding them under my keyboard for safekeeping.

Sometimes, I wonder what the hell is wrong with me.


eye rubby

Feb. 25th, 2003 11:47 pm
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I', still vaguely sick. Last night, while still feeling the effects of assyness, I went out to Target with the Wee Ninja, Unibomber V 2.0, and the Engineer.

I have been made fun of, on on numerous occasions, for my obsessive combing of the toy car (Matchbox and Hot Wheels and such) aisles for Hearses. I can't help it. It's, as I said, an obsession. Last night, my searching actually bore fruit. And not in the form of that damnable giant Munsters Koach I bought for myself for Christmas, thinking it would be hard to find. *snrk*

See that?
No, not the fact that I'm wearing no makeup and you can barely see my eyebrows.
See the Hearse? HEE! I'm such a dork.

It's not a great photo. And you can't see all the details, like the purple tinted windows. But, it's a Hearse. And it's MINE. I think this brings my collection total up to *thinks for a second* about fourteen or so. Fifteen, counting the giant Munsters Coach. Some of them are still on their blister cards, but not because of any collector geekiness. I just never took them out. The expensive ones, my black and white (respectively) Phantom Coaches were out of their packaging and on my altar the second I received them.

I wish I had made a little video of me opening the boxes, just so I could post it to Matchbox/Hot Wheels/whatever forums to watch their heads explode. heh. I've seen the white Phantom Coach go for over a hundred dollars on eBay.

In other news, I spent most of the day in a backwards fever haze. 96 degrees. I had quite bizarre dreams, one of them involving that Chinese basketball player who's like seven feet something tall.

And you know, if I have any potential sugar daddies out there, you can always buy me this. I'll be a good girl. I promise.


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