A danger to the suburbs

I hit the 'burbs like a bomb today. I snuck up north to see T3 (not really what I would call good), and then I hit the Mall, where I proceeded to buy five CDs, a pair of pants, a sweater, and some unmentionables. And I got everything on sale. There is nothing like the rush of buying exactly what you wanted to buy but for less than you intended to pay and with a minimum of hunting. It's such a good feeling -- almost as good as getting that voice mail when I got home, almost as good as it feels to listen to my new Coldplay while I write this, and almost as good as the anticipation of listening to the new Staind disc and finally owning Vs., Cure for Pain, and Exile in Guyville.