I hate commas. It’s not my job to tell you when you breathe. Work it out, you’re a grown adult.

Parenting is yelling ‘you just had a snack!’ over and over until you give in and throw them another snack.

In hell, you wait for a ‘verify your email address’ email that never arrives.

So tired of looking in my wallet and not finding $10,000

I’m so tired of not being a multimillionaire.

I’m so bored of being bored, because being bored is really boring.

Is ‘ugh’ an emotion? Because I fell it all the time.

I’m at the age where unnecessary noise be pissing me off.

Dear phone, if you didn’t light up so many times to tell me you had a low battery, you wouldn’t have died so quickly!

So you mean to tell me a stress ball isn’t for throwing at people who stress you out?

I might look calm, but in my head I’ve punched you in the face three times.

Getting real tired of my own bullshit.

I hate when I lose things at work, like pens, papers, sanity and dreams.

Dear autocorrect, that’s not what I was trying to say. I’m getting tired of your shirt.

You ever tried driving the speed limit and thought, “They can’t be serious.”

Do you ever feel like you’re a white shirt and life is a red wine?

I don’t get mad anymore. I’m just like “again?” Ok then.

I hate it when I imagine how a conversation will go and then in the actual conversation the person goes off script. That’s not your line, man.