"Can you be any more of a slob?"

Answer: Yes. I could be. But, I'm not a slob. To me, a slob is... well, that's a can of worms. That I should bite my tongue on.

Valentines day has always, for the most part, been sour. Today wasn't really an exception. More work. No brakes. And still, I find that most people are still unable to express true love. The type that's not self interested. The kind that doesn't suit themselves. The non-facetious version. That I have only found in dark valleys and stable mountains.

So, I march on to my birthday. No longer an immature teenager. But still feeling like I'm surrounded by them, by and large.