The closest thing I’ve had to a personal trainer is the ice cream truck that drove past my house.

Being single past 30 is like playing hide and seek, except no one is looking for you.

I’m staying up past midnight this New Year’s eve. Not to welcome the new year, but to make sure this one is over.

I’m so thankful I had a childhood before technology took over.

I bet aliens lock their door when they go past earth.

I dunno what I did in a past life but holy crap I’m sorry.

What doesn’t kill you will text you in 5 months to ask “What are you doing?”

Any time I throw up, I stare at it like I’m getting a message from the past.

Just accidentally closed a tab I’ve had been meaning to read for the past 2 years.

So annoying that in order to meet new people you need to go out and meet new people. Ideally, I would have known you in a past life.

Sorry to any bands who see me yawn during their show. It’s not you, it’s just past 10pm.

Having a peanut allergy has to be so wild. Like, imagine you’re at a baseball game and there are people chucking bags of rattlesnakes past your head.

Don’t tell me that everything was better in the past. I was there.

LinkedIn: where you desperately hope that one idiot you had a drink with six years ago can somehow help get you a job.

You know Santa isn’t real because no man over 40 is out past 9PM.

‘Sex with your ex’ is so stupid. If you want to dwell on the past, you can just buy a history book.

Coworker: Hey, circling back on that thing we talked about in December. Me: Stop living in the past!

I don’t wanna start the year with any negativity so if you and I have had issues in the past, apologize to me immediately.

I’m implementing a new policy in my house: any child who is awake past bedtime can either go to sleep or clean the house, no exceptions.

I’m so vulnerable to nostalgia. The sun will go down and I’ll be like: “Wow… remember when the sun was up… I miss who I was then”

Congratulations on angrily speeding past me to get to the red light first. You’re special.

“I’m gonna sneak past you.” No you’re not. You’ve alerted me.

I only go on LinkedIn to see what my coworkers looked like 15 years ago.

My running speed is very slow because the Discman wasn’t allowed to shake in the past.

I’ve left my past behind me, so if I owe you money, sorry, I’ve left it behind me.

Sorry I’m late, traffic is exactly how it’s been every day for the past couple years, and I was not expecting that.

When the past calls, don’t answer it. It has nothing new to tell you.

I sometimes have the desire to meet certain people again for the first time. Only to simply walk past them.

That moment when a zombie out for brains walks past you.

I’m ready for a new relationship. My past is buried in the backyard, to fertilize the tomatoes.