It really is all about me

I've finally reached the 21st century and bought something on eBay. Okay, I've bought something once before- an awesome tin can that says Sareka that my brother pointed me to- but that was at least five years ago.

Every time I've gone onto eBay since then, I get overwhelmed by the sheer amount of stuff. Just so much...stuff. I'm not a big online shopper when it comes to clothes and purses anyway, so I never know what to look for. The only thing I've ever purposely looked up is "Barry Manilow" and "Sarika" to see what pops up. Actually, there is a super cute pairof Nine West sandals out there called "Sarika," but I can't ever find a size six and apparently they're not very comfortable. I shudder to think of the women out there limping back home mumbling "Stupid Sarika" and "I hate these Sarikas."

But yesterday, I came across something even more awesome. A Sarika t-shirt! For a girl who has never been able to get her name on a chintzy magnet, keychain or necklace (a la Carrie Bradshaw), this is pretty exciting. It says Property of Sarika. So I bid. And naturally won. I think I feel an eBay addiction coming on...