I’m on a first name basis with the Chinese delivery guy, but none of my neighbors. PGP.

The only thing I have in common with the other women in my office is our love of Crockpots. PGP.

Papa John’s Rewards points serve as currency in my house. PGP.

Sometimes I make my bed for the sole purpose of feeling like I have my life together. PGP.

Wishing I lived in the ’70s so my chest hair and pattern balding would be more socially acceptable. PGP.

Monday I started P90X. Tuesday I finished a large pizza. PGP.

Beginning all online shopping sprees by clicking the ‘sort price: low to high’ option. PGP.

People in other departments telling you how to do your job. PGP.

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

Depression from your team’s loss on Sunday violently colliding with your Monday depression. PGP.