I should start this off by talking about how I generally don’t care about gifts, especially those that are for me. That’s what is expected, and really, generally, I don’t care about gifts… but, I’m in lust with consumerism right now. I don’t know why, I’m not that kind of person, like ever, but I keep hearing, “I want” in my head, and its not the echo of Talker’s need to own every lego or video game on the planet, or Enigma’s desire to convince me that we can, indeed, fit a giraffe in our townhouse. It certainly isn’t the Twitches’ cute little flutey (its a word, somewhere) voices squeal in delight, or crack as they sob, “I want the Barbie where you can cut her hair!”  Mommy calls that, Punk Rock Barbie, and let me show you how its done.

No, honestly, I am in the throes of “I want,” which is really strange, since I’m also trying to sort out what the Reiki attunement did to my brain. Weird, but whatever. I freaking WANT. I want furniture, and kitchen cack, and new shoes and I’ve even caught myself looking at new cars. What the hell?

Maybe, just maybe, there is something to the subliminal messages theory, that which was illustrated perfectly in one of my top 10 favorite movies of all time: Josie and the Pussycats.

I’m on iTunes, stocking up on obscure music that I may be ashamed to admit to tunes. I’m on Amazon, Target, Macy’s (WTF? Me, at Macy’s?) I’m not even comparison shopping, I’m just pointing and clicking… and hoping that the stuff I’m coveting (deadly sin! woot!) will somehow show up on my porch, carried by the cute blonde UPS guy (lust! that’s two!) – but with just those two sins, I suppose the chance of a miracle occurring has probably just gotten even slimmer. Sigh.

So, um, buy me stuff. Nice stuff. And let the UPS guy deliver it.