When PGP goes down, I don’t know what to do at work. PGP.

My knees still hurt from the wedding reception on Saturday. PGP.

My boss asked me about something he could have only known about through Facebook. We are not Facebook friends. PGP.

She treated our breakup like an exit interview. PGP.

Fourth year in a row of not getting birthday sex. PGP.

Debbie from accounting asked me how to snapchat. PGP.

Mentally checking out. PGP.

The most joy I’ve had recently was getting a new electric toothbrush. PGP.

Thermostat wars with the menopausal coworker. PGP.