Diatribe

I love free shit.  In a good, healthy way - not in the call-the-hoarders-show kind of way.  When I tell stories of how I got free stuff it is reminiscent of my grandparents telling boring stories about farming, roller skates, and flowered feed sacks.  And I realize you are not interested in my tale of triumph, but come on, FREE!  And, yes, I also realize that the lengths to which I will go to get free shit sometimes defeat the purpose.  Finally, I'm only sort of good at things (my freaking life story) - I'm sure that my approach to freebies is not particularly admirable and that others are way better at it (there are websites dedicated to that kind of obsession) - but I'm still going to be proud of that $25 Barnes and Noble gift card and use it with zeal.