i’ve been selling a few of things i can’t take with me to NYC on craigslist. today i sold my beloved pink dave scott centurion road bike, and an ikea shelf set + side table. a few people have also been interested in my little secretary desk, some other ikea shelves, and my little portable blue/white striped record player. so far it’s been fun to sell stuff on craigslist because of how quickly my things are going and how excited people are about their “great find”. i even realized that most of the things i’ve sold weren’t of much use to me the past few months. i brought my bike to toronto but never fixed it up, the shelves just hung on the wall and the side table didn’t serve much purpose except for sitting by my bed and holding a book or two.
the funn(i)est thing about craigslist though is when you start emailing someone and they end up in your gchat by proxy. it’s like, no, i don’t want to gchat with you, i just want to sell you my junk. for example, my road bike is really unique because it still has the original pink paint job and it’s the perfect size for someone short. today someone offered me $50 extra on the bike, so i told another person who was interested in the bike that she’d have to match that price otherwise i’d have to sell it to the person who offered extra. she then sent me an email about how she wouldn’t be able to match the price and how much the situation sucked because bikes like this are hard to find. i felt terrible about “letting her down” but since the move to NYC is so costly, the extra $50 would be useful. earlier this afternoon, when i got home after selling the bike i checked my email (for more CL buys!) and saw that the girl i hadn’t sold the bike to was showing up on my gchat O___O gulp! thang kod for invisibility. i guess the nature of CL being almost completely anonymous allows you to be an insouciant asshole, but i know this will certainly be weighing on my conscious until the day i get fucked over by the system myself.
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