I have a problem.
And the first step to curing an addiction is admitting you have one. So here goes....
I'm addicted to Craigslist.
There. I said it.
I'm madly in love with it, even.
Every 5 minutes I HAVE to check out the newest Toronto apartments waiting for me. No pets? Damn. No pets? Crap. No Pets? Yeah, I got the idea. Pet friendly? I'm in!
And when I have an apartment?
I look at the free stuff. There's gems in that there section. Surely, I must have this random red basket from the 60's.
And the furniture for sale. Oh look! Pictures of end tables! And used Ikea couches!
And, oh...the tickets! Cheap concert tickets! Last minute tickets to the game! Tickets to that thing I'd never even be willing to pay a dollar for, but look... they're FREE!
It's been 5 minutes.
I gotta go spend time with my secret boyfriend, to scroll up and down his wonderful pages.
I love you, Craigslist.
In a creepy, creepy manner.