Melissa Ferrick-Drive

This customer service chick named "Missy  N." from Amazon, fucking rocks!

Asked for her advice on buying two items.  And she suggested I tell my mom that's it's a "balance" on those two purchases. 

Balance, meaning in price.  I mean, The Tarot Of Vampyres is like $30 in Barnes And Noble!

Why the fuck am I going to pay $30 (plus fucking tax! and then I'm probably gonna go get something to drink because I get thirsty after being in there) when I could just pay $$12.65 (Order Total: $16.64 at check-out!) for it?

Common sense.  So, whatever.  I'm going to get it.  I just need to get a reply from the seller if the item comes with the deck.

As for the CD, I could just wait.  Don't need a CD like pronto! It would be nice to have music to go with it but it's not that urgent.

I won't get a book because she said no.  Plus, I need to finish all the other 3 books first.  I just...don't like to read when my mom is in the room.  I need it to be really quiet.  Excluding music.

And look, I got an e-mail from her (it happens when you chat with someone.  They have to e-mail you).

She states:

I do wish you all the luck in the world with your Mom. I hope she understands your reasons for what you want and need.

So, that's sweet ^.^

The music I can hold off on.  At LEAST until I get my own room.  And I can hold off on the posters too.

So, I'm gonna get a movie now.