Today, incriminating product in hand, I confessed something to my boyfriend that I'd never confessed to someone before:
I am the type of person who buys a person a toaster for a present (after making sure that said person actually needs/wants a toaster). I have done so for three weddings, and now my sister. Yet, once the gift is given, I'll go through at least 48 hours of Sheer Lamentation bemoaning the fact that I'm the type of "loser who gives people toasters... a f***ing TOASTER!... Like I couldn't manage an extra OUNCE of creativity."
And yet, I keep doing it. But only with toasters.
After that, Z decided to distract me by announcing that we're going to spend the evening here, since it's been awhile.
Then, instead of lamenting the fact that I enjoy giving toasters to people, I spent the drive home pondering when the hell Murphy Brown is coming out on DVD. Honestly, I think I've waited long enough.
Posted by James at December 11, 2004 04:12 PM