As I was sitting at the vet yesterday, I decided that it is completely true that a person's pet resembles them. This little, round, old lady had a brown puffy little dog named Rosie. The man sitting next to her was gray-haired and owned a younger boxer-like dog named Elvis. The old grandfatherly man sitting beside me had an older white small curly haired dog, I never caught it's name... If I had pictures it would be better. I guess I look like Zorro.

Also, flirtation never stops. No matter how old. Women will flirt to get what they want, and men will most-likely give it to them.

I've reached my teen-age crisis. As I spend majority of my time with my boy, Blake, and least of my time with the life long friends, Miranda, Kels, and Isaac, I have either been brain washed or had enough time to grow. Because I sat and played one of the five board games that we always play I realized that we were at the climax of these kids. These kids I have spent my life with are nothing more than games. There is no depth to them.

I am crushed.

I want to have a deep conversation, or at least talk about kissing. My gosh... They don't show any desire to change either, it's like they want to play games for the rest of their lifes.