despite my efforts to avoid the mall, i found myself at one once again this lovely friday afternoon, hanging out with family from out of town. we were there for fucking four hours. i don't know how i could even stand it at all. the mall is, without a doubt, one of the most boring places on the face of the planet. every store looks exactly the same, every person looks exactly the same, yet, my fourteen year old cousin just eats it up like a perfectly brainwashed member of society, going to aéropastle (why is that accent mark there?), the gap, limited too, and the rest of those cheesy shit shops aimed at idiotic sheep. not to say that my cousin is an idiotic sheep. it's just that those places are horrendous. they do nothing but further the brainwashing of my generation. so i hate them. and that's that.

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