i went to the mall today.

it was great, one of those times that sort of takes you back to that period of time between eighth and tenth grade. sort of an applied memory, not quite vivid enough to be deja vu, but not so abstract that it feels like it's totally confined to your memory and imagination. today was one of those days where i was blissfully oblivious to everything, i didn't even really do much people watching, for which i'm notorious.

i did make one observation though, i noticed the hot topic. that store cracks me up. if there's any store that just contextually and ontologically has absolutely no business in a mall, it's that one. at least that's the way it seems at first. but then you think about what they're selling (corporately homogenized "counter cultural" image) and who they're selling it to (suburban teenagers), and maybe it's a perfect fit for a mall.

i'll have a porchswing and a shotgun, it won't be long now.

feeling: crochety
thinking of: abe simpson
music: "if it makes you happy" sheryl crow