My tinder matches are really starting to scrape the bottom of the barrel. PGP.

My LinkedIn account says I’m an All-Star, but my bank account says otherwise. PGP.

At work, daydreaming about what I want to be when I grow up. PGP.

I imagine some master alarm sounding in the IT room with flashing red lights every time I attempt to access a blocked site. PGP.

“It’s only half past 12, but I don’t care. It’s 5 o’clock somewhere.” PGP.

Getting caught checking Tinder while on a date with a girl you met on Tinder. PGP.

Mentally preparing for when this season of Game of Thrones ends, a month ahead of time. PGP.

I think I may be the epitome of what’s wrong with this generation. PGP.