I want to go to lunch and never come back. PGP.

“It feels like the first time” runs through my head whenever I land an unused toilet for the morning deuce. PGP

Drank three beers last night and woke up this morning with a mild hangover. PGP

Kicked the bathroom door down and slipped on the wet floor. PGP

Received an anonymous complaint that I talk about sports too much….

I go to lunch as late as possible, just so the day seems shorter. PGP

Strained an ab muscle at my desk today because I stretched too hard during a yawn.

I find myself getting to bars earlier and earlier to avoid crowds. PGP

Wanting to reply “that’s not my job”

Dude in the stall beside me was shamelessly blaring gangster rap from his phone. PGPM for him. PGP for me.