Getting “sup”-d in the comments section was the highlight of my week. PGP.

Impressed by the spread at the hotel continental breakfast. PGP.

My car is old enough to have its own driver’s license. PGP.

Tinder matches more interested in seeing me than friends and fraternity bros from college. PGP.

“This is just a stepping stone.” PGP.

Michelob taste on a Busch budget. PGP.

Wore a white long sleeve shirt and fleece vest to work and now my coworker won’t stop calling me Han Solo and asking me why I shot first. PGP.

Living in a single income household. PGP.

I’m getting dangerously comfortable with telling people no on the basis that I can’t afford it. PGP.