  Barnes and Noble, although slightly evil, is still the best place to spend a Saturday afternoon. I saw Matt, who coherced me into buying 'Louder Than Bombs' by The Smiths. It's excellent. He tsk-tsked my school-spirit display of last night, dispite my best efforts to convince him it was nothing.
“The world network of junkies, turned on a cord of rancid jissom, trying up in furnished rooms, shivering in the junk-sick morning. (Old Pete men suck the black smoke in the Chink laundry room and Melancholy Baby dies from an overdose of time or cold turkey withdrawal of breath. )” - Naked Lunch , William S. Burroughs Why did I decide to read this book and when will it start making sense? Affectionately… Anna 
