my b.f. and i went to a flea market yesterday. steve is a terrible pack rat and often buys things just because he knows they are worth more money than they are being sold for. i believe this is a genetic trait because his parents are antique dealers. anyhow, while at the flea market i found a bunch of old plastic flowers. this made me very excited and happy because you cannot find plastic flowers anymore, they are always those rotten silk ones. i have obsessed about this and become very angry about it sometimes. why? i have no idea why. i think when certain objects that are connected to fond childhood memories disappear, you feel like part of your history has been erased too. thats one of the reasons ebay is so huge: so people can buy back pieces of their childhood in hopes of reliving the happiness that star wars figures or my pretty pony brought them. does it work? probably better than prozac...