Monday I started P90X. Tuesday I finished a large pizza. PGP.

It’s almost “drive to work in the dark, drive home in the dark” season. PGP.

This whole Ray Rice thing really makes me wonder how many times someone has seen me pick my nose while riding an elevator alone. PGP.

Being the first person to crack open a beer in the corporate skybox. PGPM.

Using your old college ID to get a discount on a haircut. PGP.

“I just wanted to thank you again for the opportunity…” PGP.

I just want to have enough money so that I don’t have to think twice about adding guacamole. PGP.

Making eye contact through that gap in the stall door. PGP.

The asshole/gentleman balance that worked in college just doesn’t work anymore. PGP.

Until recently, I thought Ariana Grande was a font in Microsoft Office. PGP.