“How was your break?” “Too short!” PGP.

Not remembering a single fucking thing from hometown bars last night when unsaved numbers are texting you today. PGP.

Being the only one who didn’t get the group text that work was canceled. PGP.

Going for “walks” around the building because the WiFi is shit at my cube. PGP.

75% of the work I do is formatting. I work in finance, not graphic design. PGP.

“So, are you dating anyone?” PGP.

If matching with single moms on Bumble makes me a pimp, consider me Dan Bilzerian. PGP.