Working in a male dominated office, no one wants to talk about the final rose ceremony. PGP.

Broke my ankle over MDW. Getting all kinds of shade thrown my way at the office. PGP.

Those nights when “dinner” is half a bottle of Two Buck Chuck, a row of Thin Mints, and a full serving of shame. PGP.

Tinder is in the “Games” folder on my iPhone, and that’s exactly where it should be. PGP.