January 1st: anything is possible. January 2nd: but not today.

Looking forward to another year of crushing reality and unfulfilled dreams.

Can I do better? Yes. Will I do better? Probably not.

For once, I’d like to spiral into control.

Men be like “I would do anything for you” and then do nothing.

So many people to disappoint, so little time.

I will never be the person this serving size suggestion wants me to be.

Shampoo companies need to be clearer when they say “repairs damage”. I cancelled my therapy for nothing.

We could all be hibernating right now but noooooo we have to be “adults” with “responsibilities”.

Stop being so boyfriendable if you can’t be my boyfriend.

I am under no obligation to make sense to you.

Imagine falling in love with me then finding out I’m a slow walker.

This alien invasion could have been an email.

The plan was simple: finish school, find a job and get married at 25. But now I don’t understand anything anymore.

According to my kids’ Christmas lists, they think this parenting gig pays pretty well.

Well, well, well, if it isn’t the holiday traffic I said I’d avoid even though I did nothing to avoid it.

You could be having a nice day and then somebody your own age says they bought a house.

Children will see a neatly hanging dish towel and be like oh hell no.

My mama didn’t raise a quitter, she raised a burnt out perfectionist who is sometimes bludgeoned into settling for mediocrity.

You befriend a guy and a few days later he’s like “I wanna talk to you about something”. Please, God, let it be about the economy.

My favorite things about Twitter are that everything you read is true, everyone is nice, and all intentions are pure of heart.

If my wife doesn’t win anything on this $1 scratch ticket, it’s going to go down as one of the worst anniversary gifts ever.

May your life one day be as beautiful as you portray it on social media.

Hey, I noticed you’re not saying what I want.

Everyone is a genius until they try to use someone else’s microwave.