enigma

no, i don't mean the music that's playing in some freshman's dorm somewhere, i mean me. i think people who don't know me too well (or some that think they do) can't figure me out sometimes, and hell, i can't figure myself out half the time. sometimes i'm totally content, and sometimes i feel like i'm missing the boat, or am missing or have missed opportunity. there's a lot that goes on in my head that stays there, and that's probably not a good thing ... or maybe it is. hmm....