Give me eBay or give me death!

eBay is a guilty pleasure of mine. Over the last couple of years, I've purchased shoes, CDs, DVDs, and even a few clothing items for myself using the online autioning giant. But this year, eBay has truly saved my ass. Being sans car and very nearly sans money has greatly limited my Christmas shopping options. There's only so much you can buy at CVS. (And, oh, what I wouldn't give for a Target nearby! But that's a lament for another time.)

So I got online and I got busy. After several particularly nasty bidding wars, I was the proud winner of a lovely pair of Steve Madden shoes for my lovely girlfriend (yes, she too is a shoe whore... we shoe whores tend to stay with our own kind), a DVD for my best friend, and a hot pink necktie for myself (I need presents, too!). All in all, I think it was a pretty good run. And I managed not to get ripped off like I did that one time by that ASSHOLE in New York who NEVER SENT ME MY FUCKING PANTS. YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT I GAVE HIM SOME NEGATIVE FEEDBACK! Ahem. Sorry. Where was I?

Ah, yes. I love eBay. It has everything, and as soon as I see that everything, I want it. All of it. And then my competitive nature kicks in, and I end up engaged in a bidding battle with some 80s-perm-sporting housewife from the Midwest over some item that she clearly does not need, until I end up spending far more money that I'd wanted to on something that I really didn't want that badly in the first place.

Stupid eBay. I hate you.

Okay, fine, not really.