“Show me the law where it says we can’t make interns do wall-sits.” PGP.

1: “Hey, happy birthday, man.” 2: “Please don’t tell anyone.”

If only they could see my tattoos. PGP.

Black coffee. Black pants. Black laptop. Black pen. Black soul. PGP.

So what you’re to telling me is that eating leftover Chipotle in bed on a Friday night isn’t turning up? PGP.

I haven’t spoken out loud to a single actual person today. PGP.

Twenty-five sittin’ on 25…one dollar bills. PGP.

I’m not starting work until I’m done being hungover. PGP.

Conference calls: where stupid questions are born, respect for coworkers is lost, and justification for happy hour is found. PGP.

Contemplating a Denzel from Training Day-esque meltdown upon being told to complete the simplest of tasks. PGP.