Shaving one's head is so liberating.

The air breezes by your head, no

longer blocked by strands of hair.  It's quite refreshing.  No more

fussing about in the morning;  you couldn't change your hairdo if you

tried.  Plus people pet your fuzzy head.



there's something wrong
'cause it has been so long
i want to turn back time
and be with you again
and if i can't
i'll just turn time off
without you i give in



Ugh, I really can't write lyrics, can I?  That lil' beast above is pretty

much how I'm feeling right now, though, about you-know-who.  Like she was

my one chance for real love, and I blew it.  So I'm destined to roam the

lands a forever tormented soul, incapable of amourous feelings.





at night i lay alone in my bed
with an image of you going around in my head
i guess i must have loved you more than i ever knew
my world is empty now cos it don't have you
and if i had just one more chance to win your heart again
i would do things differently
but what's the use to pretend




gosh, what would I do without this bottomless well of emotional anguish?