Buying life insurance is now on my radar. PGP.

One of my tinder matches requested to connect with me on LinkedIn. PGP.

Stocking up on napkins and plastic utensils when the office brings in lunch. PGP.

I drink my coffee black. It’s simple and bitter just like me. PGP.

I can’t wait to get my tax return. PGP.

Physically, I haven’t missed a day of work in months. Mentally, I haven’t shown up to work in months. PGP.

12 hours into an extended homecoming weekend, I already can’t keep up. PGP.

Coworkers giving their personal live commentary to CNN in the break room. PGP.

Dancing like Drake in Hotline Bling. PGP.

Listening to the women in my office justify their lunch choices. PGP.

My 40-year-old coworker has more sex than I do. PGP.

Took a day off from work to run errands. PGP.

Left my coffee mug at home and had to use the styrofoam cups like some kind of animal. PGP.

Only 3 more years until my car is paid off. PGP.

Trying to be a stay at home mom with no kids. PGP.

Tindering during mandatory company sexual harassment training. PGP.

Sororities still warning the new girls about me when they find out I’m coming back for homecoming. PGP.

Hooked up with a senior colleague last weekend. I hope she is my boss someday. PGP.

Well, I convinced myself to go to work today, again. PGP.

25 years old and I stayed up late to see the new Star Wars trailer. No shame. PGP.