Ugh. PGP.

Everything I want seems to require a certain level of dedication and self control. I will never have anything I want. PGP.

Feeling guilty every time Wikipedia prompts you to donate, knowing that without it you wouldn’t have a degree or job. PGP.

It’s not a question of whether or not I’ll have drinks after work, it’s how many. PGP.

Got drunk last night and endorsed every single one of my connections on LinkedIn. PGP.

Spent all night debating what type of fat guy I am after reading the PGP column. PGP.

Letting your significant other meet your parents so you can go on a date for free. PGP.

My workout last week was mowing my parents’ lawn on a riding mower. PGP.

My favorite pen is an advertisement for Viagra. PGP.