Thinking to yourself “…there’s no way this can be right,” when your bank account hits four digits. PGP.

The amount of power I felt on Tinder when swiping left on a girl name Felicia and screaming “Bye Felicia!” was unreal. PGP.

According to my calculations, it will at least two years until I can afford 2-ply toilet paper. PGP.

It’s hard to date a guy who drives a 2004 Dodge Neon and can only afford to drink Lonestar Tall Boys. PGP.

“Is that wastebasket regulation size or what?” PGP.

The “Jet Fuel” K-Cups are as close as I’ve gotten to a buzz in weeks. PGP.

My undergrad friends think I’m boring, and my postgrad friends think I’m immature. PGP.

Nothing makes me feel more like an adult than shopping in the produce section at the grocery store. PGP.

Banking on the fact you’ll look just like George Clooney when you get your first gray hair. PGP.

Coffee heartburn before 8:00am. PGP.