Fuck. PGP.

Now I know why people drink wine every night. PGP.

Can’t update my iPhone software because my iTunes is too old. Can’t update my iTunes because my MacBook is too old. PGP.

I’ve been working here for 10 months and it’s only today that I realized the company name in my email signature is misspelled. PGP.

Being sore from putting together IKEA furniture. PGP.

The thought that one day I may be responsible for raising children is an absolute fucking joke. PGP.

Out-girthing an entire wardrobe. PGP.

Completely inflating your job responsibilities to anyone who has no chance of finding out you’re a fake. PGP.

Wishing you were Zac Efron, but relating more to Seth Rogan. PGP.

There’s nothing like pouring off-brand syrup on off-brand Eggo waffles to remind you that your college degree was abso-fucking-lutely worth it. PGP.