Takers of piles of stuff

Sadly, I am a taker of piles of free stuff. And sometimes even a buyer of piles of stuff. And sadly, I just stack it on top of the other piles of stuff until there is a definite danger of topple. And my attempts to give away an electric broomy vacuum thing on my junk exchange managed to create an amazing NINE, count em nine emails of interest in the 13 hours I was away from this computer. And almost all of them were in the first three hours. People sure like free stuff! And although I claimed I was too tired to wait for the donation office at the Salvation Army to open to get rid of MORE JUNK, here I am still awake and messing about online. But feeling loved because I've got something people want. *Basking in the glow of (fellow pack rat) anonymous desire* So here's my dilemma. Bad me, should I try to trade the vacuum with the SUPER CREEPY Hay-suess lovin' chicka for the CD rack she has that I want, but only if she still has it? I kinda don't want to meet this woman in person. Something to dream about. If you don't hear from me tonight, I've been abducted by a bible thumpin' cult. Have you been born again? Naw, I got it right the first time. Nitey nite.