Following the abrasively shocking revelations of last Sunday’s hair dye debacle, Dr. Roommate and I endeavoured to act like real grown-ups this weekend.
As Sunday night closed in, the adventure was deemed “successful,” as though we might be able to tick off a small box on a to-do list.
Continue reading “Quantifying my Attempts at Responsibility”
So, after an interesting weekend, along with a thorough reading of Hyperbole and a Half, I’ve come to the sad conclusion that I’m not really an adult. I’m not entirely sure if I should append that sentence with the word “yet” or if this is just a state of being that will continue until old age/death.*
Anyway, Roommate and I argued throughout the day on Sunday about which constitutes a greater level of non-adulthood: Continue reading “Cartoon Underwear and Other Signs of Non-adulthood”