Sitting in your cubicle, questioning why you didn’t get piss ass drunk on more random Tuesdays in college. PGP.

Accidentally dialing 9 before making a call on your cell phone. PGP.

I’ll get my shit together when I’m 25. PGP.

Never making it past a first date. PGP.

Contemplating a career change, six months into your new job. PGP.

“What?” email replies. PGP.

My girlfriend gained too much weight this year to pull off a slutty Halloween costume. PGP.

Getting asked by every fucking friend and family member if you know Jake upon accepting a job with State Farm. PGP.