on a scale of fake pockets to nachos how good is your idea
I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.
Then I spend time with teenagers.
And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.
Almost attacked by a large boxer dog yesterday and found a tick in my cereal this morning. With the way things are going, this may be my last post.