Day 15: Slept at 2am, but was up at my normal 7:30am timing. Fatigue makes me revert to normal morning rituals.
- Checked the facebooks — nothing catches my eye, minus the new trailer for Orange is the New Black.
- eBay — Holy crap! There is a special on selling clothes. Unlimited free insertion fees on any clothing items from April 17-26. I groggily go through and relist every item of clothing that had no buyers for before.
Was still tired after listing 20 things so I went back to sleep for 30 more minutes. By the time I get into work and log on, I have 4 friends ping me to tell me they have the same or similar fitting room processes. Yay for normalcy! Or else I just surround myself with equally OCD and manic people. Let’s go with normalcy. 😀
Joshua explained this reassuringly:
Joshua: You need methods when shopping.
Joshua: Otherwise you are just a basic b*tch.
Joshua: And I am not friends with basic b*tches.
At work we have a meeting that digressed into a conversation about Puzzles and Dragons. People can’t figure out why the game is so fun, but I quickly blurt out:
“Puzzles and Dragons is like a hybrid of Pokemon and Candy Crush Saga!”
I say this thinking I work within a hip and culturally aware audience that would totally grok multiple Japanese-based pop-culture references, to be given 12 blank stares. I’m silent for the rest of that conversation and gaze at the PAD icon on my iPhone fondly. It’s ok guys, they don’t know what their missing. Fun fact: I have spent over $100 on In-App purchases for this game.
As I’m leaving the work parking lot, I am mesmerized by the sexy curves on a hot tomale much like the one below. Assuredly someone I know has purchased the beautiful new BMW428i.
Just as I am about to escape into a fantasy sequence, where I’m cornering down Highway 1 in this lovely beast with windows down and my ombre hair being caressed by a crisp coastal breeze… the coo of Jhené Aiko’s hook in The Worst chimes in on my thoughts (or my current car stereo, whatever):
And don’t take this personal
But you’re the worst
You know what you’ve done to me
And although it hurts I know
I just can’t keep runnin’ away
I don’t need you, I don’t need you, I don’t need you, I don’t need you
But I want you
I don’t mean to, I don’t mean to, I don’t mean to, I don’t mean to
But I love you
Oddly enough that felt impeccably well-timed and appropriate, snapping me out of the spell. Yeah 428i, you’re the worst wonderful thing I’ve seen so far today. *sigh*
Now that I’m at home I finally have time to sit down and sort through my email pile. Two words call out to me clearer than any others in the inbox: Shopbop Sale.
I skip on over, but instead of looking at sale items I see this:
Reading the description I’m convinced that the author of such prose should cook me dinner, because I’m devouring every delicious detail:
A soft floral pattern accentuates the feminine feel of an airy silk-chiffon Joie blouse. Pintucks flow into delicate pleats, and the banded neckline cuts a flattering V as it tapers into the button placket. Long blouson sleeves. Semi-sheer.
This find however really reminds me of the one that got away.
Oh Devitri. Ours was a love that was never meant to be. But I pushed aside my feelings, thinking you wouldn’t feel the same way. (Let’s be honest, you’re kind of high maintenance and much pricer than I would have liked). Instead of committing, I spent my time investing in in cheaper look-alikes that could not compare to the real thing. As soon as Divitri was on sale, my size was gone in an instant. I still continue pining away for Divitri on the equivalent of “missed connections” in the shopping world known as eBay saved searches.
Regret makes the urge to buy something is incredibly strong today.
Must. Not. Give. In.