well...i have my theories, but now i can't say anything to anyone anymore.

i want you to want me
i need you to need me

i cut my hair, just like the man in The Royal Tennenbaums. but, i stopped there.

i have so much more to say, but it doesn't matter anyway. i listened to some awesome old school rock n roll songs on the way back home...and they all tell me the same thing: if i'm having this much trouble with women, i'm bound to be a rock star.