adult thing

So every year I get those mini Play-Dohs to hand out with the can­dy to the trick­o­rtreaters who maybe can’t have can­dy or have al­ler­gies to the can­dy I picked or maybe they just don’t want can­dy what­ev­er, but this year I got those pen­cils with the re­place­able tips, right.

I like lived for these when I was a kid, I only ever got like three of them my whole child­hood but I had a spe­cial pen­cil case for them and would only use them for the *most* im­por­tant draw­ing.

At first, I was, like, should I … should I just maybe keep these?

I could to­tal­ly keep them and then just go get Play-Doh like usu­al.

Then I was, like, wait, I’m a moth­er­fuck­ing suc­cess­ful adult, I could just buy some for my­self.

So I did.

Most of the time I’m, like, adult­hood su­u­u­u­uc­c­c­ck­kkkks, but to­day I don’t hate be­ing an adult.
 
 

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