I can't believe that poster sold. At 45 minutes, it was still unsold. I felt bad so considered placing a bid just to help the guy out but then I looked at the pictures. There's still tape on it for god's sake. Maybe that's supposed to be there. The brown tape on the corners. And there's that blu sticky stuff on the back. And the edges are all badly frayed.

I'd just throw it out anyway, particularly given the homoerotic subject matter. So I thought that that's not really what he wants. He doesn't want the £10 so much as a good home for his treasured poster. Yes, that poster is literally garbage to any sensible person but it has sentimental value. I can appreciate that. Although, why that poster isn't allowed in New Zealand is anyone's guess.

It's like how all of my possessions were sold, stolen, thrown out, or given to my sisters by my mother. Yeah, that plastic football player bank with the cap missing is probably garbage. But it meant something to me. And the literal retard who bought it in a garage sale undoutedly threw it out within a month.

Did we need the 25 cents? Did we need the space? We sold all of our shit for pennies. And it was work to do it. You had to be out there all for the entire weekend. So this was a huge net loss. $50 for a day's work? You could have got a minimum wage job and made more money than that. You could have delivered newspapers and made more money.

The thing that's totally baffling is that none of my family realises that it was wrong. My mother said, "When you're older, you'll realise that this is the right thing to do." I'm nearly 40 and can't even see the argument for how giving away you're child's possessions is a good thing. It's complete madness.

The only possible argument in favour of this incredibly cruel behaviour is if the parent has some kind of OCD and doesn't like "clutter". But the stuff wasn't strewn all over the floors. I had everything packed away in drawers when I wasn't using them. I took care of my stuff.

It's just bizarre. Such terrible parenting. She must be mentally ill.

A lot of my stuff went to a kid who my sister babysat for. Do we still talk to that family? No. Not in decades. But that kid was more important than me.

Most of my stuffed animals went to kids in a school when were my sister was working in. Does my sister still work there? No. She quit after three months. And those stuffed animals were thrown away within a month.

All of the stuffed animals were put in the moldy basement a couple of years before this. Why? Why were they sent there to rot? Why did she refuse to let me bring them back to my closet? What did it have to do with her?

God, I wish there was something I could do to punish that bitch. Not talking to her is a start. And I do take solace that a burglar broke in and stole all of her mother's antique jewelry. A great example of karma. "Oh, you don't like it when people steal things that mean something to you? Welcome to the club, bitch." At least it wasn't her own mother stealing the stuff.

And all those garage sales. Random retards were more important to her than me.

It's a common thing, perhaps. I remember going to a garage sale and seeing a kid anxiously eyeing his toys. If they don't get sold, he'll get them back. He doesn't want the 10 cents each for his GI Joe figures. He wants the GI Joe figures. That really stuck with me because I could identify.

Let me check out that kid who my sister babysat for on Facebook. He doesn't like something called "mumble rap". A video a morgue door opening and closing. He wants Yosemite Sam back on tv. He enjoys bowling. He's losing weight thanks to regular gym attendance. He's in a relationship with some redneck goth with two kids, one of whom appears to have a serious mental and/or physical disability. This woman also posts regularly about her own apparent mental health problems.

Quite the catch.

In other news, finally ordered from the "most loved" Italian place nearby. I avoided it because it's kind of expensive and I had that idea that tomatos were causing my fingers to swell.

I got a pizza, lasagna, and potato wedges. £18.50 including £2 for delivery so not crazy, I guess. That was with a 20% discount for ordering more than £20 worth of stuff.

The lasagna cost about as much as the pizza. Not good value for money. It was gone in maybe eight bites.

I suppose it's typical. Pasta does seem to cost about as much as pizza and be a much smaller portion. But this is why I don't normally go for pasta.

As for taste, it was okay but nothing out of the ordinary. I haven't tried the pizza yet. Only tried one wedge. They're supposed to be "spicy" and they do have a lot of stuff sprinkled on them but they don't seem spicy. And they didn't come with the advertised chili sauce dip. So I'm thinking that these are just the regular wedges.