Cds are like so 2003. When I was 20, American Express approved me for a gold card with no limit on it for some reason. Me and my old boyfriend would eat fancy dinners at the Continental like 3 times a week, and staying at the Sofitel randomly was not abnormal. Also, I would buy the shit out of cds. Nowadays I forget I even own them. Then sometimes I remember and I get all nostalgic and happy. Yeah I just listened to the DFA remixes in the shower. Look how funny and cute these cds are. God I am so brutally hip.