I have this sickness. It's an illness passed on genetically from my mom.
I am obsessed with magazines.
I subscribe to way too many. I have family and friends who give me old magazines and I read them. I pack up and move the ones I love from house to house when I change addresses. I can't throw the ones I love away until they are at least 5 years old and everything is outdated. (And even then I somewhat panic thinking that that style may become popular again and that I just tossed good info.)
I love decorating ones, ones about traveling, celebrity ones, ones that have great hairstyles, and fashion ones. (Note that nothing intellectual is listed.)
But my ALL TIME favorite magazines are the ones such as SkyMall, that have a plethora of shit you never see in the store and possibly cannot live without.
I literally spend hours looking thru them and always find something I never had seen before when I thumb thru it the 78th time.
I mean who can live without:
The 120" inflatable outdoor big screen for $249.00
The hearing-aid-disguised-as-a-cell-phone-ear-piece for only $39.99
The clinically-proven-to-promote-hair-growth laser comb for $544.99
The startingly unique garden Yeti that looks like Sasquatch for only $98.95?
And the coolest thing about ordering from this magazine (Yes, I ordered the nice mahogany man's jewelry box that really is a box with a power strip for all his cell phones and ear pieces with a drawer for the jewelry he doesn't wear for 99.99 plus S&H) is that you get on the mailing list of all these other cool magazines that have OTHER useless junk that you can't live without and for a small fortune can have for your very own.
I also am the one in the waiting room of your MD, Chiropractor, and Hair Salon that steals, I mean borrows, the good magazines.
That is why, HMHH, there is only Highlights and Trout and Stream left.
(Unless the Hidden Picture section is really good, then that one is gone, too!)
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