Nothing says, “you’re my best friend!” like Port-a-Johns and horrible covers of Spice Girls songs. It’s pretty catchy.
Current mood: Like mom just forgot to pick me up from soccer practice. PGP.
I am unreasonably excited about not having to pay for my flu shot this year. PGP.
Dad with the Halloween walk-off win.
“Go with it John, you might learn a thing or two.”
I’m old enough to remember when Facebook required you to have a .edu email address to become a member. PGP.
I have enough money to live comfortably for the rest of my life, assuming I die by Monday. PGP.
Realizing that everyone has a bachelor’s degree and your time and money spent in college made you average. PGP.
There are two types of people in my office: people with hobbies and people with kids. I have neither. PGP.
I had a long argument with my girlfriend over a spam email from eHarmony last night. PGP.
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