how fucking great are garage sales? the concept of sifting through what is essentially someone's one-step-above-trash to find something worth buying is fascinating to me. rarely does one ever purchase anything of actual use at a garage sale, but for some reason we just can't seem to pass up on that $2 nifty wooden box that probably was used to hold spare change.
today, i might've hit the useless junk jackpot:
exhibit a:
despite the fact that i run through lighters quicker than i run through cigarettes (i don't even technically smoke), i couldn't let this little 1 dollar gem slide by
look! it works!
exhibit b:
when i was a little tyke, my dad used to take me to a local arcade that had skee-ball and similar ticket winning games. i'd usually spend my tickets on these styrofoam airplanes. i thought they were the effing coolest. my dad died when i was 14, so i usually jump at the chance at buying anything that reminds me of him. especially for 5 cents!
exhibit c:
25 cent irony, how i love thee.
exhibit d:
this picture frame was 10 cents. i can't remember the last time i paid 10 cents for an unedible object that wouldn't end up in a trash can within 1 hour. it could have been a pink My Little Pony sweatshirt and i still would've bought it, since anything that cheap is a story in its own.
exhibit e:
the best, and unsurprisingly most expesive, purchase of the day. 7 bucks for a fully functional polaroid camera from the 1960s. it even has a cool neck strap in case i decide to get my tourist on.
that brings me to a grand total of $8.40 cents. i should have my own tv show or something.
today, i might've hit the useless junk jackpot:
exhibit a:
despite the fact that i run through lighters quicker than i run through cigarettes (i don't even technically smoke), i couldn't let this little 1 dollar gem slide by
look! it works!
exhibit b:
when i was a little tyke, my dad used to take me to a local arcade that had skee-ball and similar ticket winning games. i'd usually spend my tickets on these styrofoam airplanes. i thought they were the effing coolest. my dad died when i was 14, so i usually jump at the chance at buying anything that reminds me of him. especially for 5 cents!
exhibit c:
25 cent irony, how i love thee.
exhibit d:
this picture frame was 10 cents. i can't remember the last time i paid 10 cents for an unedible object that wouldn't end up in a trash can within 1 hour. it could have been a pink My Little Pony sweatshirt and i still would've bought it, since anything that cheap is a story in its own.
exhibit e:
the best, and unsurprisingly most expesive, purchase of the day. 7 bucks for a fully functional polaroid camera from the 1960s. it even has a cool neck strap in case i decide to get my tourist on.
that brings me to a grand total of $8.40 cents. i should have my own tv show or something.
marinadenise:
yeah, I'm a bit socially retarded, too. I don't play hard to get; if I like someone then they probably know it... everyone always loses interest, though. 