My new idea of being a party animal is taking an extra Klonopin at work on Friday. PGP.

Two years into the real world. Still haven’t used algebra. At all. PGP.

Started upper-middle class now I’m poor. PGP.

Sometimes when I work with my headphones in, I’ll hear a coworker call my name, but choose to ignore it in hopes they will leave me alone. PGP.

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

My current fantasy game hinges on tonight’s late game, but it starts past my bedtime. PGP.

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