My gmail inbox is like my life story.

Over 3000 e-mails, not counting back-and-forth replies, which Google conveniently packs into one elongated message. If you were to count those, the tally would probably go up 3-fold. Maybe more.

So I spent a few hours today, reading through the old mail. It’s such an odd feeling. Melancholy, maybe. Humiliation, embarassment, on the rare occasion — joy. It’s all there for me to read.

Oh man, I was such a puppy back in the day. Sad puppy eyes and eager wagging tail. Just, well, puppy-like.

My e-mails were long. Poetic. Rambling. The pathetic writing of a lovestruck teenager going through typical teenager crap.

To: Phil
From: Dave
Date: Recently
Subject: None

Stop being so emo.

- Dave