I have only told one person, but cutting my hair was a part of that growing dissatisfaction.

On a seperate note, I think I glared at each and every member of a Christian rock band playing in the park by my house today. I held tight to my Phillip Glass record and picked up my pace as I cruised by tennis shoe-style.

There were really a bunch of kids with outrageously dyed hair in the Last Chance today also. I usually muster up something to talk them about out of curiousity, but this time I just shrugged. I did secretly hope they would offer me a ride, although they seemed a little disenchanted with strangers.

Most of the e-mail I get these days are ads. I have spent a lot of my time online in the past 5 years looking for computer art, however, it is not bad that I have not found as much as I hoped. It is insane to spend your last breath on the computer.