Stuff

Let's face it. Our lives are made up of stuff. Stuff we own; Stuff other people own; Stuff we want to own...you catch my drift. In fact in this superficial world, we are defined by the stuff in our name. You see the guy that drives past your house every morning? Yeah, the "BMW dude". What about that cute chick with the pair of monster phones literally embedded in her head?

Admit it. We love stuff. Good stuff to be correct. I particularly love well designed, functional (eh well not always...*guilt*) and interesting stuff. It can be electronics, households, fashion, gadgets...as long as they are different, and worthy of my time and attention. They get a place my little black book.

Now you may like stuff too, but something sets us apart - Time. While you slog your way through work (to buy more stuff), I have the luxury of staring at the ceiling, waiting for my next toy to arrive. I will analyze and dissect the 'worth' of my latest obsession. Lingering in the joy of its freshness until a newer and better version of something steals my heart away.

Recently I had an epiphany. I've decided to write about the stuff I so obsess. You can choose to disagree on how I rate it's worth. Then, I can always choose to ignore you. Before I receive enough nasty comments for my posts,  I am still bright eyed and bushy tailed about this blogging business. So here I go, and Carebear share on what I know:)