Accidentally dialing 9 before making a call on your cell phone. PGP.

I’ll get my shit together when I’m 25. PGP.

Dry spell is approaching ‘Nam-like proportions. Neverending. PGP.

I lost the radio war in the office. Now, I hear “All About That Bass” at least five times a day. PGP.

The thought of sleeping in tomorrow is making me giddy. PGP.

Current mood: Like mom just forgot to pick me up from soccer practice. PGP.

I’ll know who my future wife is when we both get pissed at the bartender during last call and both start verbally abusing him at the same time. That’s when I’ll know she’s the one. PGP.

Much like my dog just knows he is going to the vet, my liver and bank account know I’m going back to homecoming soon. They are not happy. PGP.

This week used to be fall break. PGP.

1/4-zip fleece game on point. PGP.