I-405. PGP.

Getting pumped for firing up my new slow-cooker tomorrow. PGP.

My cube mate talks to herself. PGP.

Sore from sex. PGP.

Shift button on my car sticks after I park at work, triggering fear I can’t get home. Have to google how to bypass and then walk to car to test it out. PGP.

Older work buddy: You going anywhere this weekend? Me: The bar. PGP.

I leave reviews on Facebook. PGP.

HOA is on my ass again. PGP.

iOS 10 for me just means receiving 20 cat GIFs a day. PGP.

Friday afternoon me forgot to refill the Brita pitcher for dehydrated Monday morning me. PGP.

Either come in early and stay late or spend two hours in traffic both ways. PGP.

My younger brother’s pilot just got picked up by HBO. I’m taking the bus to my cubicle. PGP.