Trying to win an argument online is sociopathic. I would concede anything to get a stranger to leave me alone.

Despite popular opinion, dating apps are NOT for dating. They are for finding people to watch your Instagram story for years and years.

For a long time, I didn’t know what to do with my strange thoughts. Then I signed up for Facebook.

The only recipes they have online are where I’m the one who’s supposed to buy all this stuff and then make it. That’s not what I’m looking for.

A dating app to meet other people with low IQ called OK Stupid.

Desperately searching the dating app settings for an option to turn down the difficulty level.

Thinking of starting a true crime podcast. Gotta explain this search history somehow.

One thing I have noticed about getting older is having to stop for a short nap halfway through scrolling down to my year of birth when completing online forms.

These days, I only use Facebook as a birthday calendar.

If the math problems are too difficult for me, I post them online and write: “Only 1 in 10 can solve this problem.”

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but no one in the world is judging you as much as you’re judging yourself. People online: Hold my beer.

Don’t think of it as losing followers, think of it as frustrating bots to the point they go away.

Tinder is a food delivery app if you’re good at it.

You know you’re getting old when you’re entering your birth year online and you need to spin that thing like you’re on wheel of fortune.

Being offline for so long gave me the time to appreciate what’s really important in life, so I’m back online.

Twitter is fun because you can post a pic of pizza and people will get mad at you.

This is my emotional support online shopping cart.

It is easier to pass a camel through the eye of a needle than it is to convince somebody online that they are wrong.

The worst part of online shopping is having to get up and get your credit card from your purse.

My soulmate probably seen my posts and deleted me.