I have decided I’m going to buy myself things for my birthday this year.
I don’t ask for or expect things for my birthday. I’m not one of those women with the bullshit sense of entitlement, who expects and demands my husband to shower me with all my material desires for every occasion, and then gets all bent when he doesn’t give me what I want.
Bob buys me things I want all year round. And it’s much more special when it’s unexpected than on a specific date.
I’ve already pre-ordered season ten of Red vs Blue. Though that’s more of a must keep my collection complete than a birthday present. I reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally want to get the 10-season boxed set but I cannot justify the price no matter how much bonus content there is, considering I already own all the seasons. Maybe someday if we win the lottery. Then I’d even go for the blue-ray version.
The 3 Doors Down greatest hits collection (with 3 new songs) comes out on my birthday, so I’ll be buying that number as soon as I can get my hands on it. (Odd it’s coming out on a Monday and not a Tuesday with the rest of the music world.)
But there are other things I’m considering getting for myself that I’d have a hard time justifying otherwise, because they are completely ridiculous. Granted I am completely ridiculous, so it’s not that surprising that I’d want such things. But I’d never expect anyone else to buy them for me…stuffed critters, music paraphernalia, perhaps another Rooster Teeth shirt…we’ll see.
I’m also incredibly cheap so I might just go with some music that’s been sitting on my iTunes wishlist for awhile and call it a day.
I have a month to decide how to waste some money.
Until then, I’ll keep window shopping.
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