There are two types of people in my office: people with hobbies and people with kids. I have neither. PGP.

Fruit is fucking expensive. PGP.

Started upper-middle class now I’m poor. PGP.

Can we all just agree that the international sign for “Leave me alone” is eating lunch at your desk? PGP.

Dreaming about retirement three years into the workforce. PGP.

My best friend just bought a house. I just bought a Cheesy Gordita Crunch with change. PGP.

My friends are all getting engaged. I’m still puking on street corners. PGP.

I found out my current job was posted on LinkedIn, so I applied for it. PGPM.

Just swiped right because I saw granite counters and stainless steel. PGP.

It’s almost “drive to work in the dark, drive home in the dark” season. PGP.