I think I define adulthood as the ability to eat muesli for breakfast, a chicken salad wrap for lunch, and then, for dinner, say "fuck it" and cook buttermilk pancakes with crispy bacon.
Really amazing bacon, too, I mean even raw it smelled delicious, I was almost sorry to drown it in a sea of maple syrup, but goddamn, I did. It looked like there
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