  By the way Jeff is a tool. Pandy and I are emailing back and forth and Jeff happened to be caught in the crossfire because both of us were replying to all.
No big deal. And now the poor baby is bitching cause he wants us to stop. Get over it. I just don't get it. When did we get so old that we wanted to set aside fun for work? I swear to God. I watched Nip/Tuck last night and part of the story line was all about getting older and what you can do so that physically you don't look it.
I could kind of care less about the physical aspect of growing up, I don't necessarily give a shit about looking older since most of my friends are far older than me anyway. But I do care about acting older. I don't like the responsibility of it all and I certainly don't like the opportunity to have less fun and when we do have it our willingness to set it aside for more grown up matters.
Maybe I have a Peter Pan complex. Maybe I'm just too scared to grow up for fear of finding out my life was meant for very little... I don't know. But since I am on such a philosophical kick right now I will add once again this one little insight... Jeff is a tool. 
