I remember when I was a wee little one, I had dreams of becoming a fireman, or a policeman. Then as I got wiser, I realized neither of these paid enough to justify the significant risk of personal injury or death due to someone else's stupidity or anger management dysfunction. Now, at the ripe old age of 23, I sometimes wonder if there's something missing in my life. Sometimes I think maybe that's missing is that 'love of my life' to spend time cuddling with. Other times of course I think my life could use some more money. Then at other times I just look in the mirror, start thinking of that childhood dream, and how I wanted so much to help others, which of course causes me to get nasty with myself, and ask "What do you want, a cookie?"