One of the very great pleasures of being an (imbecilic) adult is going to department stores to buy something painfully mundane and taking a detour through the toy department. YOU CAN BUY ALL OF THIS STUFF. It's there, for you, to buy, and you don't have to ask anyone's permission. I've, uh, been at Target a lot the past few weeks, and now there are way too many Nerf guns in my apartment. iPhone apps!...
