The guy I interviewed today said I look like McLovin. PGP.

Starting a new game with myself called “How casual can I dress before I start getting questionable looks from coworkers?” PGP.

Somehow always getting the cart at the grocery store with a loud, broken wheel. PGP.

Being upset about how far down the list your email was added to the mass email. PGP.

My school won the national championship last night. I’m sitting in my cubicle hungover watching campus celebration videos. PGP.

“She has a kid now? I remember when we partied with her in college.” PGP.

Keeping up with Gchats is my full-time job. PGP.

Moving the Snapchat text area to strategically block out your double chin. PGP.