Life’s trivial annoyances.

Yesterday, I got a shipment from Sephora.com – items selected from someone’s wishlist for xmas. Like, a hundred and fifty bucks worth of high-end beauty products.

So the box just reeks when I get it. Like a fucking french whorehouse. And I’m thinking, this can’t be good.

Turns out one of the products inside – a bottle of Jonathan Product shampoo, has burst during shipment, completely soaking everything inside, including all the fussy gift-wrapping, the paperwork, everything, with this stinking golden goo.

Fuck. So the labor-saving idea I had, to order it, turns into another xmas week mall trek to return this dripping slimy box.

Mmm. Dripping box. Wait, the clerks at Sephora are generally total babes, maybe this won’t suck.

And then there’s my TiVo. Which picked yesterday to die. And of course a TiVo is a commodity like a cell phone, you don’t repair it, you just buy a new one when it’s out of warranty. Which it is, of course. Nevermind the hours of teevee I had saved on it to be watched over my holiday break, movies and marathons of Nip/Tuck (which I admit I’m saving because it’s suckage seems to know no bounds this season; yet I can’t look away).

But it’s another of those fucking expenses I can’t really afford, yet have to pay.

I don’t even watch that much teevee. Why do I need two TiVos? Yet, of course, the few things I do watch are always on the same day, at the same time. And I never, ever watch teevee live anymore, once you get used to TiVo you can’t.

I’m thinking about bypassing the mall and just heading for the horizon when I leave work. Who’s with me?