And for the first time in my life, I don't want water rings on my coffee table.

Since when do I care whether or not someone puts their glass down on my coffee table? I never have. But now that I'm going to have a place of my own, I'm all, "Wipe your feet! Take off your shoes! AAAH USE A COASTER!!!!" But cork coasters? Boring. Boring boring boring. For our dining room I bought stone coasters. They're varnished granite technically. I found them on ebay for 10 bucks after I saw some just like them at Crate & Barrel for $30. But now, I need coasters for my living room. I found these!

Dare I drop $50 at the link available in the title on coasters? I sidestepped that trap once, but what if I can't find these on ebay!? Usually I don't like multicolored things of that nature. However I am rather affected by nostalgia these days. When I was little I remember my Gramma had split-open geodes in her parlor. One of them was purple, one of them was a funky yellow. They bring back some old memories. I want some geode samples in my living room too...

::drools until she drowns in her puddle::

Today is a painful day. I found the shoes I want for my wedding.
They are Manolo Blahniks. I found them on ebay (click the title if you really wanna shatter my dreams and buy them for yourself. or if you want to buy them for me. For real, I would invite you to my wedding if you did.) Why is it a painful day to find THE shoes you want for your special prance down the aisle? They're ::swallows hard:: $320 before shipping. ::Cries tears:: Let me tell you something. I try my hardest not to be materialistic. I like things, and I want things, but if I don't have things I'm perfectly content. Stuff is not what our lives are all about. But I am a shoe snob. I'll wear thrift store clothes every day of my life, but my shoes need to be some sort of recongnizable brand. Vans, Converse, Steve Madden, Chinese Laundry are a few of my favorites. I don't know what it is. And mostly Jon is fine with this, what with his mild foot fetish and all. But if I had these shoes for my wedding day, I would HAPPILY wear a dress made of pillowcases sewn together. HAPPILY!!! Today I think a little piece of me is dying. Unless they get relisted at a lower price... in which case this dying piece of rotting flesh will spring back to it's youthful, nubile state.