Tonight, while eating brownie batter by the spoonful (something kids are rarely, if ever allowed to do), I realized how underrated being an adult is. Today I took an hour and a half lunch to play basketball, left work early to go drinking, came home, ate dinner, then made brownies and ate batter by the spoonful.
Why? Because I'm a f*cking grown up, and I can. (also, having money and stuff is nice)