i find it interesting that so many people come to this blog for zero seconds (according to site meter)--some from as far away as Egypt--some as close as this very city. Zero seconds.

if it hadn't been utterly necessary to get my hair done today (it was just in such an awful state), i would have foregone the experience and the cost. well, maybe i can offset it by returning some stuff i bought last weekend (noise canceling headphones that've already started to malfunction and some trinkets i'd thought to give as gifts, but have since though better of).

none of the men i wrote to last week have written back, and i find that that's okay with me. a few men that i've no interest in whatsoever have written and i have ignored them. it can feel like such a sad little game sometimes. the attempt of it. the sad little way everyone's trying so hard. i feel like holden caulfield. that is so something he would say.