Growing old is mandatory...

...growing up is optional.

So I'm going to try something new.  I recently found a word document that contained a lot of old writings that I had written way back when I was in high school.  Yes, you read that correctly...high school.  Old, angsty, "woe is me" literary works that were fueled by hormones and deep philosophical emotions that only a teenager could experience.  A lot of them appear to be profile and/or away messages from my old AIM screen names.  And most refer to incidents that I have long forgotten, but at the time were the most significant things in my life.  Ready to take a peek at my teenage mind?

The basic idea is to post those lovely gems that I wrote as a teenager and respond to them as someone who is nearing their Dirty Thirty.  Hopefully I've grown a bit wiser and a bit more mature since then.

Brace yourselves dear readers, for this is going to be one hell of a ride!