"They'll take away my indie cred... wait, I'm wearing khakis. I don't have indie cred."
I made the mistake of opening my Amazon Gold Box at work, figuring that since I never get anything good in it anyway it wouldn't matter. Now I have 42 minutes to decide if I want the cuddly stuffed tiger for eight bucks. Someone talk some sense into me.
Yes, despite everyone's wise advice to buy the damned tiger, I practiced self-restraint and didn't. I mean, I told myself it was just be another toy for Nick the cat to fuck in the middle of the night, waking me up. And now, reading your comments, I'm like, "FLOOFY TIGER!!!" and we all know that this will inevitably result in me spending too much money on stuffed animals.