Birthdays. Truth be told, I wasn’t counting on welcoming 27 so soon. It’s as though the year fast-forwarded to the end of May. To me, 26 seems to be pushing the limits of youth (but still within its threshold), while 27 just feels like… you’ve ran out of excuses and you better wise up already.
Wise up… What an adult term, and such an authoritative one at that.
p.s. That brown unfocused thing on the spoon is a bite of Super Stacked Chocolate Cake from Awfully Chocolate. I suppose it was alright, though I prefer my chocolate cakes with a layer of crust and oozing with chocolate.