The 8:05am “I gotta get the fuck out of this place” panic attack. PGP.

The “I’m not trying to bash teachers…” preface before laying into them for complaining about pay when they get two months and all major holidays off. PGP.

Getting a new match on Tinder gives me the same false promise that my degree did. PGP.

Based off of everyone’s Tinder pictures, I haven’t done shit with my life. PGP.

Pooping in peace should be a basic human right. PGP.

Black coffee. Black pants. Black laptop. Black pen. Black soul. PGP.

I’ve got a case of the Tuesdays. PGP.