I think it’s time I find myself a new inspiration, asking myself “what would Batman do?” gets me in too much trouble.

I’m going to get some steel wool so I can crochet myself a new car.

I talk to myself mostly because I am an excellent listener.

Autumn and winter are coming. The time when I make myself tea and always forget that I’ve made myself tea.

I tried to take a picture of myself in the shower, but my camera kept fogging up. I have selfie steam issues.

I remember the first time I saw a universal remote control. I thought to myself, “Wow, this changes everything.”

I always thought that aunts had a lot of money. Until I became one myself.

“I can’t possibly lose this if I put it here” I say to myself before completely forgetting where here is.

I don’t like who I become when I’m watching someone Google something less efficiently than I would myself.

When I say I’m saving myself for marriage, what I mean is you won’t know how annoying I am until it’s too late.

Please don’t ask me to repeat myself. I wasn’t listening either.

Self-awareness is such a two-edged sword. Like, yay, I know myself better, but at what cost?

Before I work on myself, does anyone like me unhinged?

With no training whatsoever, I took out myself and the other two people exiting the ski lift in one fell swoop.

Sometimes when I’m having a particularly stressful day, I take a pregnancy test to remind myself that at least one thing in my life is still going as planned.

Much like an Olympic sprinter, I also load up on carbs, exert myself for roughly two minutes, and then quit for the rest of the day.

I’ve got to start taking better care of myself. Tomorrow I’ll walk to the liquor store.

At the self-checkout, I make small talk with myself and I wish I would just shut up.

I just tried to groom my dog myself, and I now fully understand why the dog groomer charges more for a haircut than my own stylist.

So. Fed the laundry and washed the cat. Showered the garbage and disposed of myself. Was there anything else?