My cubicle is next to the floor trash can and it smells. PGP.

In a wedding but just as an usher. PGP.

My cubicle reeks of coffee and sadness. PGP.

Watching project X and all I can think is that I hope the parents have a great home insurance plan. PGP.

More like DRINK DE MAYO. AMIRIGHT?! (Just kidding, I’m at work and went to bed at 9:30 last night.) PGP

“It’s Not Unusual” is faintly playing in my office. My mix of curiosity and wanting to do the Carlton dance is at an all time high. PGP.