There’s someone in the stall next to me and neither of us is making a sound. I think we both came in here for the peace and quiet. PGP.

I legitimately just questioned if I was invisible. Then questioned my sanity. Then poured another coffee and checked my email. PGP.

“I just wanna lie on the beach and eat hot dogs. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” -Kevin Malone. PGP.

I’m not driving the struggle bus. I’m not even riding the struggle bus. I just got run the fuck over by the struggle bus. PGP.

90% of the emails I send start with “Sorry for the delay.” PGP.

That blissful couple of hours on payday when you have 4 digits in your checking account, before all the bills and rent come out. PGP.

Relating more to Ferris Bueller’s dad than Ferris. PGP.

Bought a desk. Couldn’t afford the chair. PGP.

Just got a raise. After taxes I am now bringing home an extra $17 every two weeks. PGP.

Not knowing where you stand. With anyone. PGP.