I think I might be a grown-up now. As if the whole voting, married, house-payment-making, legally-able-to-buy-booze shit didn’t tip me off.
What has made me revel in epiphany over my own adulthood? The fact that I now find Dorito chips disgusting and foul. I ate some at the office party and now feel like I should go scour my tongue. I’m gonna have to go see if Derek has any peppermints in his office. How foul!