New cookware and a birthday
I’m moving up in the world. Someone else in the apartment complex was moving to California and needed to get rid of a big pile of stuff in a hurry, so I managed to buy some pots and Jor-El, master of toast, for cheap. I’ve tested the Toastmaster, and boy, it sure did show that bread who’s boss.
calendar(1) has started reminding me that I have one of those birthday things coming up. I always hate that, since family members then expect me to come up with ideas for junk that they should buy for me. Now, I’m certainly not opposed to the whole me-getting-stuff system, but I’m not very good at coming up with ideas. Nearly everything I’ve ever bought has been an impulse buy, so I’m not very good at maintaining a wishlist with an age of more than a week or so. If I don’t run out to do my civic duty and help the economy by buying whatever item I happen to want, I’ll just forget about it. I’m not sure whether this makes a good consumer or a bad one. Either way, no, mom, I don’t know what I want for my birthday.