It's sad when you realise you can no longer act like an immature twit, but still have the action packed accessories to go with it.
Currently I'm leading the real world's grown up life of survival. I've left the nest, moved across the country, bought a home, found a healthy happy relationship, got a decent job and canceled my gym membership because I was too lazy to get up off my fat arse.
I've let go of my youth, grown into myself, gained an impressive shoe collection, plus a stupid hidden tattoo and stopped spending an addictive 112 hours a week online.
So, my question is... When does it all make sense?
