Wishing Starbucks had a line exclusively for people who have their shit together. PGP.
The annual “well, I guess neither of us is going to do better” homecoming hookup. PGP.
Fake typing. PGP.
What is this? A handicapped stall for ants? PGP.
Your neighbor already going into extreme detail about which Christmas lights he’s putting up. PGP.
Accidentally writing “Happy Birthday!” on a condolences card. PGP.
I literally cannot stand a single person that I work with. PGP.
Someone in the office is already playing Christmas music. PGP.
I am the complete opposite of what I thought I would be at this point in my life. PGP.
The only sunlight I ever see is when I drive into work. Thanks, Daylight Savings Time. PGP.
Falling asleep in a meeting when they shut off the lights and turn on the projector. PGP.
Realizing that your dog’s food has more nutritional value than your own. PGP.