“Stop bouncing your leg!” It’s either this or I start screaming.

I wish my Fitbit could track all the steps I’ve taken trying to find where I put it.

“People you may know” and it’s someone I would set on fire.

Being an adult is like folding a fitted sheet.

Sometimes I get really mad at myself, but not like mad enough to fight myself or anything like that.

Starting a new show sucks. Who are these people?

Sick and tired of these 30 mins weekends.

When you scream into your pillow, the memory foam never forgets.

So you mean to tell me a stress ball is not for throwing at people who stress you out.

I wish I could invoice people for wasting my time.

The audacity of someone being in the store aisle I want to go down.

I hate it when my body decides to get sick. I gave you a vegetable last week, how dare you.

Have you ever wanted to grab somebody by the shoulders, give them a good shake and whisper “Nobody cares!”

The free hotel blow-dryer should be easier to get off the bathroom wall.

When you want to key his car, but he doesn’t have one, so you bend his bus pass.

That awkward moment when someone gets angry at you for clicking a pen, but you have to click it one more time to use it.

Laptops become possessed with slowness when they see that you are in a hurry.

If my coworker doesn’t stop asking questions on this Zoom meeting, I will drive across town and slap his face on the call.

Genuinely nothing worse than going bowling with people who are actually good. Like, why are you doing all that?

“Do you like the Microsoft Teams app?” Does Sisyphus like his boulder?

Whoever came up with a 30 minute lunch break needs a 30 minute beating.

I’ve reached a point in my life where if I can’t find parking, I’m just going to go home.

My cat smells like cigarettes again and I’m sick of his excuses.

Drinking coffee because throwing chairs at people is frowned upon.

When I finally snap it’ll be because I had to type my email address in on the TV.

I hate when teachers put “?” on my work, like I don’t know either.

Someone needs to invent a kid that listens the first time.

I don’t need anger management, you just need to stop making me angry!

You can be having the nicest day and then you have to print something and you know your day is about to fall apart real fast.

My last straw is way longer than I thought.