October In The Chair

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 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.

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*



WAH-HEY!
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.