Wow, I'm Sheltered

I realized this morning, upon entering Target, that I can't remember the last time I was inside one. I *think* it might have been around July of 2006 (I can't math. Not 2007, brain, 2006.); at the time, I was helping Schuyler pick out a trash can to replace the broken one in his apartment. (It's possible I have been in one more recently, but I certainly can't remember buying anything in one since then...)

It's weird to me how I still have this mentality that I'm not allowed to buy anything in stores. Grocery stores, department stores, etc. Granted, part of this is due to low free cash funds, but a lot of it is also the fact that I just still live in a mindset where all purchases are controlled by my parents.

(Also, whoa, my music thingy is all last.fm-ified. That's weird.)