Finally, I got there! I made it! 18! All those years flew right past me! metaphorically of course, but I've fallen off my path... I'm finding my favorite little types of note al over... "I HATE ROBBY", "DEAD DORK", "I HATE YOU" has been written on the walls at my house... my family either finds reasons to say this is ok behavior from little kids that I pamper daily... "Maybe you weren't such a *insert whatever nickname you can come up for a male reproductive organ or feminine cleansing implication/product* they wouldn't write that" or " Well that will teach you not to be such a *use that nickname you used before*" Fantastic moral support guys