How old am I, for god's sake? I mean really. Does she like me? Does she 'like' like me?

Do we ever really grow up. I thought we had an understanding. Apparently not.

Oh, to hell with it. At least I know myself well enough to look inside, and laugh at myself in the end.

I know me.

Old dogs seldom learn new tricks, but we do learn how to examine our own feelings. Yes, we do learn that over the years.

I smile at myself, laugh at yourself, and let it go.

Damn it, green was my favorite color.