Sometimes I just sit in my car and scream. PGP.

Last ten minutes before work is done and the boss is doing rounds. The email I have been typing to look busy reads: “akjgsa asdhasklfjh asflh;lkha skhjdihwokqh.” PGP.

Undoing a week of responsible spending and dieting with a night of bar tabs and late night pizza. #PGP

Pretending something’s wrong with my computer so I can restart it and not be expected to do anything for a couple minutes.

The office hot chick immediately going from an 8 to a 2 at a public happy hour…

I’ve been faking it for over a year now, when do I start to make it?

“Dear God, make me a bird so I can fly far far away from here.”

For Lent, I’m giving up. Like in general, just giving up. PGP.

The customer is never right. PGP.

Saying, “Hey…how’s it going? Good” in unison with a person you pass in the hallway. PGP.