Secretly hoping the weather is shitty for all the spring breakers. PGP.
Having symptoms of low testosterone in your mid-twenties. PGP.
He even scored a pleasure pack.
Sending out the desperate “Anything going on tonight?” mass text. PGP.
Finally have three years of work under my belt, so I can now apply for other entry level jobs that required 3-5 years of experience. PGP.
My childhood best friend makes over twice as much as I do. PGP.
I’m not trying to get fired, but I wouldn’t saying I’m actively trying to keep my job. PGP.
My belt is becoming more of an accessory and less of a necessity. PGP.
This is my cubicle. There are many like it, but this one is mine. PGP.
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