Okay, so if you don't like french or the french or french salad dressing for that matter, then the previous entry says: God damnit, she is beautiful, all that beauty, her eyes render me useless, melted hearts, and something about my thoughts falling into a trap. Or something like that, I'm just trying to remember, and anyway, now it just sounds fucked. So, I bet you're wondering what you do when you decide that someone you care about doesn't give a shit about you, am I right or am I right or am I right, right, right, right*. (if you have never seen 'Groundhog Day', please do so, Bill Murry is stellar). Anyway, what you do is get a haircut, plain and simple. Say goodbye to the long curly locks (does that even sound attractive to anyone?) and prove to yourself that your life weaves and bobs with finesse, and to your own accord at that, because when that happens you believe yourself capable, and when you feel capable, you feel aloof and beautiful. Well, that's what I'm aiming for anyway. *However, this quote is not of Bill Murry,(or is it Murray?), but of an obnoxious character that he eventually learns to avoid. I also now realize that it also seems abnoxious here, but it popped into my head and there's nothing to do about it.