Frantically turning the volume down when what you thought was just an ESPN article turns out to be a video. PGP.

I’ll take four Fireba–one vodka soda, splash of cran please. PGP.

A feeling of absolute rage and hollow sense of defeat upon being told about the mandatory 4:30 Friday meeting. PGP.

It’s a “fuck it, let the intern deal with it” kinda Friday. PGP.

Really excited about the leftovers I brought for lunch today, you guys. PGP.

Praying your check goes in at midnight to cover your “Thirsty Thursday” bar tab. PGP.

1: “Why do they even have the sort from High to Low option?” 2: “To make you feel poor.” PGP.

The girl who’s “not single, just looking for friends” on Tinder. PGP.

My tinder matches are really starting to scrape the bottom of the barrel. PGP.