I tweeted at my local news anchor this morning. It wasn’t the first time. PGP.

Falling asleep before the election was called. PGP.

Nothing fucks up your Friday more than realizing it’s only Wednesday. PGP.

Any opportunity to create something original immediately being taken over by my boss. PGP.

Chasing heart burn medication with Miller High Life. PGP.

My iPhone thinks I live at my office. PGP.

“I need to get my steps in.” PGP.

Giving away all of your old Fraternity T-Shirts because you’re an “adult” now. PGP

Only 2 more hours until I have to work 2 more hours. PGP.

BCOM classes not covering how to subtly tell people to fuck off. PGP.