That’s it. You’re 30 years old. Time to be an adult.
Nope, not like the “pretend-adult” you were back in your 20s. I’m talking about real adult stuff.
You know. Getting married. Having kids. Owning a house. That stuff.
That’s what you’re supposed to do in your 30s… right?
I mean, it’s what my parents did. I think I turned out alright, so I guess what they…
