When your weekend plans are either “catch up on sleep” or “get blackout drunk”. PGP.

Can’t wait to spend my tax return on my credit card bill. #PGP

Monday, you son of a bitch. PGP.

Praying that my tax return will be enough to knock out a nice chunk of my credit card debt. PGP.

Cousin Eddie being unemployed for seven years because he’s holding out for a management position. PGP.

Our boss must celebrate Festivus, because he definitely just led an Airing of Grievances. PGP.

Someone brought a baby to my friend’s Christmas party. PGP.