Cartoon Underwear and Other Signs of Non-adulthood

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”