I have a disease. It's sometimes quite painful, always frustrating, and never, ever, EVER cheap. I've had it for years, but lately it seems like it's getting more developed. It might even potentially be fatal.

I call it TGAGS, which stands for "The Grass is Always Greener Syndrome"

It's pretty self explanitory, and the symptoms are what you would expect from such a sinister malaise. I am driven, obsessed, compelled beyond my will to find the most expensive thing possible, and spend all of my money on it. Especially if it is something that I neither need, nor can afford. Oh, and if it's a piece of crap, forget about it. I can't get there fast enough.

Historicly, the most tantalizing objects are things like Cars and Bigger living spaces. But it could be anything from electronics to plastic toys out of gumball machines.

Projects also fall under this affliction's umbrella of compulsion. The more complicated and time consuming, the better. And I lose interest in them nearly as fast as I get it. But usualy, only after I have made plans, bought materials, and hit a few snags in the creation of said project do I throw up my hands and say fuck it.

It's not that I am lazy, it's that I have too MUCH energy. I plan every little detail, and completely miss the obvious stuff, like how I'm going to transport an 8 foot long desk from downtown dallas to garland. (the answer is that I strapped it to the top of my car, and drove down the freeway at 45 mph, holding onto it.. in 45 degree weather)

I am constantly looking for that new thing that will make my life complete. That will organize all my other shit, and give me more room in my chaotic apartment.

Maybe there is medication out there for this shit, but in capitolist america, I don't think there is. I think that I am Big Buisness' wet dream. They get a huge boner when they think of me and all of my self imposed needs just waiting to be filled by their products.

Why Yes, I DO realize it's a T-shirt nirvana. And no, I can't help it at all.

That's it.

The end.