First three day weekend since Christmas and it rained all three days. PGP.

Get me the fuck out of here. PGP.

I’m not even pretending to work today. PGP.

Describing how things are as the “same old shit” far too often than one should.

“We’ve gotta open a business so we can be our own boss.” PGP

“It’s just not my day” describing every day of your life. PGP.

I can’t even afford to casually date. PGP.

That’s what I love about these interns, man. I get older, they stay the same age. PGP.

The daily battle of trash bin placement in my cubicle with the janitor.