An Affair To Remember

Ah, Borders, my Siren. Always luring me onto the rocks of credit card debt, drawing me in at just the wrong moments. This relationship has been going on ever since we first met in 1995 near my bus stop in DC. It has been a tempestous 11 years: intense moments of passion when I lavish money on you, followed by guilt and avoidance when I come to my senses and realize what I've done. And yet, I cannot stay away. Already this year, you've seduced me once. You remember, it was soon after Christmas. There we were: I, with shiny new gift cards in hand, and you with your "Buy 3 DVDs, get the 4th free" deal. You knew I'd never be able to pay for 3 DVDs with gift cards alone, but you sold them to me anyway. It had been a long time since we were together, and I thought perhaps that was it, that it had come down to one cheap post-holiday fling. Sure, I've passed you on the street. I've peeked in your windows and browsed your magazine racks. I even (briefly) considered making you my regular coffee spot. But it just wasn't the same, until today. Just as I was thinking that it's been a long time since I've actually sat down and read a book, there you were on the corner as I walked back from lunch, tempting me with your "3 for 2" book deal. You knew I was weak, and still you drew me in. You took me in your arms, overpowering me with your heady scent of pulped pages, jewel cases and mint mochas, and I lost all control... of my credit card. We cannot be together, and yet we can't stay apart! Borders, you're driving me mad... and I can't get enough.

Yeah. So anyway, here's what I bought: