Getting lost in a Walmart. PGP.

I should probably start giving a shit. PGP.

College girls think I’m too told. Girls I meet out think I’m too young. PGP.

This morning, I had a bag of airline peanuts for breakfast from a flight I had last week. PGP.

Crying at the end of “Animal House.” PGP.

Can’t tell if Tinder is broken or if no women within a 10 mile radius are interested in having sex with me. PGP.

I tried so hard, and got so far, but in the end it doesn’t even matter. PGP.

The “I’m not trying to bash teachers…” preface before laying into them for complaining about pay when they get two months and all major holidays off. PGP.

Drunkenly ironing a shirt in a hotel room. PGP.

Coming to terms with the inevitability of meeting my future wife at a bar. PGP.