One of the best parts about being an adult:
The freedom and ability to see a commercial for a Whopper at 10:30 p.m. and immediately get in your car, drive to the closest Burger King, buy a Whopper, bring it home and eat it on your bed immediately before going to sleep.
One of the worst parts about being an adult:
Waking up the next morning with thoughts of clogged arteries and cellulite dancing through your head.
I guess this is growing up?
oh god…and how did your stomach feel?
Oddly enough, fine! Though there was a weird taste in my mouth… (the taste of aging?)
Omg! I love this post so much that I would marry it if I could.
Please tell me when you woke up the wrapper and little bits of lettuce were still there, on your pillow.
Oh goodness, no. Though my comforter DID smell a bit like French fries. Which I think is a BONUS!
I hate having a concept that there are consequences for my actions. Oh, to be free and three!