After coming home from a long week this week, I decided to do something different. I normally spend my time in the apartment alone in blessed silence. But this time, I walked over to our extensive CD rack, and picked up a disc I probably haven't listed to in 10 years.
Backstree Boys.
And, despite supposedly being more sophisticated and more cultured than I was when I first listened to this album, my musical tastes haven't changed that much. I still dislike the songs I disliked then. And I still like the same songs I liked then.
I guess there really is no hope for me changing my tastes.
