Retail therapy

Today I purchased:

• An elliptical machine. My treadmill takes up too much space and the stationary bike isn't enough of a workout, so this seemed like a good choice.
• Three v-neck fleece shirts that can be found at the Lands' End overstock site for $14.99 each. I got them elsewhere for $7.99. It's hard to find sweats that aren't crew neck style. I'm not part of a fucking crew. I don't wear crew neck. Why are they called crew necks anyway?
• Three pairs of black footless dancewear tights. If you know me, you'll know those are my signature legwear items. But you don't know me. (cue Bobby Hill: "That's MY purse! I don't know you!")
• Prismatic acrylic drinking glasses. Not the design in the link, but similar. The same store also features something called a Palm Peeler, which sounds painful, but is really just a potato peeler with a molded handle that fits into the palm of your hand and has a safety loop for your finger. This is for people who are afraid of using paring knives. It could alternately be called a Face Shredder and sold as a concealed weapon.

Last week I got a new Razr phone for $0. Now I need to find out how to take a sound snippet from Goldwave and apply it to the phone as a custom ringtone.

The presidential economic incentive check? That's going into savings.