There's a sequined pillow on the shelf over my bed...
I asked my girlfriend to update my wishlist for me with a bunch of kitschy shit (I'm not good at shopping, and I already have enough admin, she was thrilled to do it). I told her to vary the items and I'll check on it when I get back from work. Kiss, kiss, see you later.
I fuck off to fuck at work, share a couple glasses of wine, head to a meeting with one of the duo partners, have a couple beers, pour myself into a cab and head home. Girlfriend is done the list and doing something else (out? napping? whatever). I start flipping through the stuff she added: a pink plastic Polaroid camera, some bad bitch heels, a hoodie dress with ears, a mirrored display hang for jewellery...
and the sequined pillow. It does this cute thing where you brush the sequins one way and the pillow is all black, but if you brush them the other way, it's white and there's text underneath that says "I fucking hate people." Classic. I have a giggle, I put on some games, I work my way through some more Malbec and, before bed, I go to turn off the computer and I see it there still. The pillow itself is $15 so I'm going to buy it (completely defeating the point of a wishlist) and give it to her for the lols.
Add to cart, select shipping, it says it'll be here in two weeks. No! I'm drunk! I want it now! Send me my sassy pillow, Amazon, I'll pay you! I click some expedited shipping option to get it here by Friday, put through the charges, and go to bed.
I wake up the next day. I spent $15 on the pillow and $80 on the shipping. To get it here by Friday. I'm not even going to be home on Friday. I groan at how dumb I can be sometimes and go about my life.
Wednesday comes around, I get an email saying I need to pay duties on the pillow before it gets through the border. Fuck it, I've already come this far. Have another $32.
Thursday, I leave for Squamish and set up shop there. Friday, my sister calls me. She's at home watching the bunny rabbit while I'm gone. Sister tells me there's a package here for me, I ask her to open it. She does. She says, oh, it's a pillow case.
wait, what?
It's a pillow case.
I've spent $130 on a $15 pillow CASE?!
Had to get another pillow the next time I was at IKEA, another $15. And it put it on the shelf to remind myself that I fucking hate people, and sometimes, I am people too.
Bonus--I can't even have it on the couch, the bunny would eat the fucking sequins and die shitting them.