i complain about it from time to time, but i like being an adult. i like doing adult things — like buying and eating ice cream whenever i want to (and getting to choose the flavor, too — bliss!). or going on road trips whenever and wherever i want to (and not having to sit in the back seat with my brothers who insist on turning it into a jungle gym/wrestling mat/place to throw around their smelly socks). or doing my own hair and wearing whatever clothes i want to wear and paying taxes. oh wait.
or, making beer bread and drinking the leftovers. yes. being an adult is (mostly) swell.
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