Cupcakes in a Row

Somebody told me I was an adult today. My response, 'really?' The thing is, I know I'm 25 so technically, I am a 'grown-up,' as I would have said as a child. But what does it mean to be all grown-up? Am I supposed to wake up one day and have an epithany that I am now an adult? What happens when you hit 25 and you start to feel like you need to get your ducks in a row, and start being the adult that you are expected to be.

I'll tell you what happens... you eat cupcakes. Well, actually, I eat cupcakes, but truth be told, I haven't had a cupcake in months now. However, that doesn't mean I haven't substitued a variety of other edibles over the past year+ in their place.

Stress= cupcakes. (or 1 tub of cool whip)

Exhaustian= cucpakes. (or 6 english muffins)

Sadness= cupcakes. (or 5 spoonfulls of peanut butter)

And...

Happiness= cupcakes. (or 4 bowls of cheerios)

Celebration= cupcakes. (or 3 chocolate chip cookies)

Just because= cupcakes. (or... cupcakes?)

Cupcakes= comfort... or they used to.

Writing this down= the past familiar comfort of cupcakes.