“Are you okay?” No, it’s literally Monday every 15 minutes.

I can handle most things in life, but hearing people chew isn’t one of them.

It’s okay, wobbly chair, I’m unstable too.

Washing your face and water going down your elbow is so sickening.

I wonder if Mary and Joseph hated putting away the Christmas stuff as much as I do.

I hate it when I’m singing a song and the artist gets the words wrong.

That’s me in the corner, that’s me in the spotlight, begging for my cat’s attention.

Unloading the dishwasher in the opposite direction just to feel something.

I can’t even think straight knowing a package got delivered while I’m not home.

Shoutout to everyone pretending to have it together. Same.

I’ll be like “it is what it is” and almost vomit from anxiety.

I get you, bowel syndrome. I’m irritable, too.

Sex is cool but have you ever had a king size bed all to yourself.

Hold on, I just need to take off my glasses and put my face in my hands about it first.

“Careful. It’s slippery!” – Everyone, after you’ve already slipped.

You ever wake up in the morning and your first thought is ‘I can’t wait to go to bed tonight’?

“You look tired!” Bro, I want to stop existing.

I wonder if people that fall asleep right away know that we hate them.

The shower is the only one who gets turned on when I’m naked.