When the hell did it become so difficult to buy just a four pack of toilet paper?!?! I just want four. I don’t need to buy twelve rolls at once. I don’t have room to store that much toilet paper, and it would take forever to use all that. For. Ever.
Just sayin’.
Every night at the new place, The Rock, I sleep a little better. I’m still freaking tired, though, and I am considering taking a nap under my desk. Just a little one. Just a 20 minute power nap.
Things at The Rock are coming along. Last night I enlisted J4 (he lifts heavy things) to come with me to Tar-jay. I managed to pick up an essential item off of The List. I got a serious shelf unit that’s going to serve as my pantry. The kitchen at The Rock is minuscule, to say the least. There’s just one cupboard. I need more space than that, especially as I am planning to be eating in a lot more. Saving money on food is good, ’cause then I can still go out sometimes. (Out? What’s that?)
Anyway, the shelf was supposed to be on sale for $29.99, but unbeknownst to me, only the black was on sale. Not seeing the black on the shelf, but seeing a chrome one, I figured it made no difference. I was a little bit unnerved when it rang up at $59.99 at the register. So, I brought up the difference, the checker called the manager over, determined that it was the wrong one, found someone who confirmed that they had the right one, did I want it?, yes I did, running to go get the right one out of the back. You can see how this quick little run over to Target quickly devolved into chaos. Well, to my joyous surprise, when the correct shelf was finally brought up to the register, the store manager rang me up, and took an additional 10% off. I saved an additional three dollars! Hooray Target!
The move is complete, and the settling in has begun. Every time I’ve moved (4 times in the last 2.5 years), I’ve purged. That’s what everyone always tells you to do. “Moving is a great opportunity to get rid of stuff!” I don’t know whether I really did it because I thought it was smart or because I was just too damn lazy to move all my stuff, but each time I’ve moved, I’ve gotten rid of a lot of stuff. I lived in the same apartment for almost seven years. I had a lot of stuff accumulated. I moved from there to a roommate situation where there was a full kitchen of stuff, to another situation with even more stuff, and then to another situation with still more stuff. Everyone else already had the stuff, so I got rid of mine. Problem is, now that I live alone, I don’t have any stuff.
That’s not exactly accurate. I have plenty of books. But I can’t bake a casserole in a book!
Between the stuff I don’t have, and the particular storage challenges of The Rock, I’ve started compiling a list. Up to this point, the list has existed on a Napoleon Dynamite magnet note pad on my fridge. This afternoon, I started hunting down items from the list on Amazon, and adding them to a special wish list. I don’t have any intention of going out and buying all this stuff new, except where certain size requirements would make it easier to do so. I’m just using Amazon as an electronic means to track my needs. If anyone wanted to get me something for my apartment, I suppose they could track down the wish list, and have it shipped to me. Better yet, though, if any of my friends out there have some of this stuff lying around, and they’ve been meaning to get rid of it . . .
So here’s The List:
step stool/ladder
towel rack with shelf
kitchen garbage can
silverware insert
small frying pan
can opener
dish washing gloves
sauce pan with lid
kitchen floor mat/rug
brownie pan (8 inch square Pyrex)
cookie sheet
teakettle
single shelf spice rack
shower caddy
ice cube trays
glass casserole with lid
soup ladle
So, you know, if you’re reading this, and you have something you’d like to donate, please shoot me an email.
Just sayin’.
There’s a shopping spree in me that’s been barely contained for weeks. I want new clothes. And I’m tired of buying them all at the same two stores. I want to branch out.
The problem is, I don’t know where to go. I have been getting my clothes at this one store for so long, that I wouldn’t know where to start looking for another option.
I suppose I could go to the mall. The big one. In San Francisco. Yeah, that wouldn’t be expensive. Not at all.
Part of me says, “suck it up”. But I’m still such a miser.
And maybe I should clean out my closet before I buy anything else.
I have the feeling that this is about to get ridiculous.
Current Mood: Antsy
Playlist: The Ramblers
Deal’s Gone Bad
Peggy Lu Who's Just Sayin' 