I got this record in the mail yesterday. No note or hint as to who sent it.
But whoever did it knows me! Knows that rogue one is one of my favorite movies. That I love buying records. That I love getting surprise packages in the mail.
So who is it? Who is my secret admirer? Who loves me this much? I looked up the price of the record. $75! Wow. I’m really making an impression on someone.
I spent a few hours fantasizing. Absolutely delighted with it all. Was it ****? Or maybe ******? No no it had to be ****** of course it was him.
Turns out the person who knows me so well, who loves me so much, is… me.
I preordered it like four months ago and it finally came and I just totally forgot about it. Maybe it was an ambien purchase? I dunno.
The point is I bought it for myself. My imagination got a couple hours of (slightly embarrassing) fun and now I have a new cool record. And further proof that the best person for me is me.
I told a friend about it and he said there should be a site like that. An app or something. Where you buy yourself stuff that doesn’t ship for months until you forget about it.
I don’t know why normal people would want this but I think it’s a great idea, so don’t steal it.