Musings of maturity
Last week, I made an innocuous call to Gamestop in a nearby shopping mall. My question was merely to determine the difference between an online order and an in-store order for a Playstaion 3. The clerk answered my question and let me in on a little secret: the Best Buy across the street had the Playstation 3 in stock.
*gasp
A call was made to Best Buy and the tip confirmed.
*palms getting sweaty
I remained motionless at my desk lest I disrupt the karma gods smiling upon me. In my mind, I was going to be the coolest kid on the block in under an hour, as I would be in possession of perhaps the most coveted possession during the holiday season that is defined by possessing things others don't.
But then I let a sliver of reality sink in. My significant other and I are looking to become possessors of real estate for the first time ever. Shiny black pieces of AV equipment are not exactly on the list of acceptable purchases at the moment. Once we have our new pad, we'll deck it out to no end, which will of course include a PS3. But not today. And, it's hard to rationalize putting off a PS3 when an Xbox 360 already heats up the room a few times a week.
Maturity is a bitch. Especially when it causes you to spit in the faces of the very karma gods you hope not to piss off. They had practically given me a PS3 on a silver platter . . . and I rejected their offering as if I wiped my ass with PS3s every day. I'm telling you, they are going to bitch slap me one of these days. I'm convinced that as a result of me not buying the PS3 when practically ordered to by the gods that I will someday run into Jake Gyllenhaal and he'll say the words "Dude, wanna get it on?", and I"ll say "Yes please", and then he'll say "Not you, the dude behind you." I'm doomed.
To all you gays out there, feel free to walk behind me and reap the benefits of said bitch slap.
In other news, I saw "Casino Royale" today . . . a week late. Sometimes it sucks having friends who do not put such flicks at the top of their list. It was very good. See it. A week ago I saw the movie "Babel". Never ever watch it. It was so bad . . . bad bad bad bad bad. This is where you say "thank you" for sparing you. You're welcome.
*gasp
A call was made to Best Buy and the tip confirmed.
*palms getting sweaty
I remained motionless at my desk lest I disrupt the karma gods smiling upon me. In my mind, I was going to be the coolest kid on the block in under an hour, as I would be in possession of perhaps the most coveted possession during the holiday season that is defined by possessing things others don't.
But then I let a sliver of reality sink in. My significant other and I are looking to become possessors of real estate for the first time ever. Shiny black pieces of AV equipment are not exactly on the list of acceptable purchases at the moment. Once we have our new pad, we'll deck it out to no end, which will of course include a PS3. But not today. And, it's hard to rationalize putting off a PS3 when an Xbox 360 already heats up the room a few times a week.
Maturity is a bitch. Especially when it causes you to spit in the faces of the very karma gods you hope not to piss off. They had practically given me a PS3 on a silver platter . . . and I rejected their offering as if I wiped my ass with PS3s every day. I'm telling you, they are going to bitch slap me one of these days. I'm convinced that as a result of me not buying the PS3 when practically ordered to by the gods that I will someday run into Jake Gyllenhaal and he'll say the words "Dude, wanna get it on?", and I"ll say "Yes please", and then he'll say "Not you, the dude behind you." I'm doomed.
To all you gays out there, feel free to walk behind me and reap the benefits of said bitch slap.
In other news, I saw "Casino Royale" today . . . a week late. Sometimes it sucks having friends who do not put such flicks at the top of their list. It was very good. See it. A week ago I saw the movie "Babel". Never ever watch it. It was so bad . . . bad bad bad bad bad. This is where you say "thank you" for sparing you. You're welcome.
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