No drugs of any kind were consumed for the purpose of penning this post -- or consumed period, for that matter. I simply thought "Don't get high on your own supply" made for a far more attention-grabbing title, as opposed to "I sold a shit-load of items on eBay, and then turned right around and blew all of my earnings on even more shit I didn't need."
...Which is precisely what I did.
After carving hours out of my schedule -- hours I didn't really have in the first place, writing listing descriptions, taking photos, and trying to figure out what the starting bid should be for all the items I was selling, I had earned a measly 60-something dollars when it was all said and done.
Sixty. Fucking. Dollars.
And even then, a small portion of that ended up being chipped away at because I under-estimated how much it would cost to ship every freakin' item I sold.
But, wait, it gets worse. (And as you know by now, it always gets worse.):
I turned right around and spent all of the money before it had so much of even a ghost of a chance to luxuriate in my PayPal account for a day or so.
I spent it on frivolous shit. Useless shit. Shit I didn't need.
Like this sweater:
And this one:
And this Christmas dress for DD (even though next Christmas is light-years away, and I am bound to see something else that I'll want even more than this one before then):
And these granola bars:
Who the fuck buys granola bars on eBay?
Me. That's who.