My co-worker said he had the “gift of gab,” but really he has the “curse of not being able to shut the fuck up”. PGP.

Spent the past two days fixing the summer interns’ mistakes. PGP.

Depression from your team’s loss on Sunday violently colliding with your Monday depression. 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.

Weighing out the pros and cons of a semi-serious car accident on the way to work. PGP.

I want my friends to know that my PGP account is me, but I don’t want my employers to know. PGP.

Can officially cross being catfished off the list. PGP.

When you realize your student loan debt wouldn’t be a bad annual salary. PGP.

The feeling of sheer joy when someone cancels plans. PGP.

Can’t tell if my life is getting better or if my standards are just dropping. PGP.