I went to the new Borders in Oxnard this afternoon instead of going to the lab like I should have. I bought $104.65 worth of shit. I've begun buying CDs again. Because downloading songs is unsatisfying. I want the real thing. I want the stupid booklet, I want to read the Thanks To and Produced By. I want the barcode at the back.

One of the people behind the registers was wearing all-black and fishnet arms and etc. But we studiously ignored each other. Or at least I did. Because I don't give a fuck. I mean, who the hell does these days.