Who Cares?
Saint Louise Was Listening On
11:08 p.m. || 2004-09-15

I'm tired and my hair gets shorter every time I turn around.

Vicki called around trying to hunt me down today, with the promise that she would call or come down to the store I am in tomorrow. She hasn't said anything to me in 2 weeks. At this point I really do not want to see her... who cares about me at this point? Really, all in all, who cares?

Exhausted. Maybe tomorrow I can get something nice and introspective in here. But not tonight.

reeling and stumbling

let me get up on it