Facebook is where I go to remind myself that college was worth it. PGP.

1: “It’s all downhill from here.” 2: “No it isn’t.” 1: “No, no it isn’t.” PGP.

Never been in a fight, but if I had to fight someone in this office, I know who it would be. PGP.

I can’t wait to “Throwback Thursday” this job. PGP.

The girl who’s “not single, just looking for friends” on Tinder. PGP.

My tinder matches are really starting to scrape the bottom of the barrel. 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.

The vegan to my left texts with his keyboard sounds enabled, and the nerd to my right breathes like Tony Soprano. Shoot me. PGP.

“Welcome to the team!” being the words that start the rest of your miserable life. PGP.

Fresh skid marks in my favorite bathroom stall. Day ruined. PGP.