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June 2, 2010
Before I even buy the bike, I have buyer's remorse. Not just the anticipation of buyer's remorse, but the affliction/malady/disorder/disease itself, as if the $150 has already been transferred from my death-grip into the all-too-eager fist of the faceless seller. This transaction is made possible thanks to Craigslist, so I suppose I should be more terrified of being chained to an IKEA Billy bookcase or bludgeoned with a Target torchiere than merely parting with precious moolah earmarked to pay down a credit card used to buy something so long ago I can't remember but which I'm sure generated similar remorse.