Praying that my tax return will be enough to knock out a nice chunk of my credit card debt. PGP.

Cousin Eddie being unemployed for seven years because he’s holding out for a management position. PGP.

My inbox is full, but my life is empty. PGP.

Our CEO just followed me on Twitter. PGP.

“Let’s try to work on that.” PGP.

It was a tough decision, but I am now moving my official bed time from 11 to 10. PGP.

Each day I relate more and more to Phil Dunphy. PGP.

I haven’t had actual paper currency in my wallet in weeks. PGP.

Still not being a well qualified lessee. PGP.

Making more money than I ever have in my life, still managing to be broke as fuck. PGP.