Money doesn’t impress me. Giving it to me does.

I hate when people stare at me and don’t say anything. I mean, if you want an autograph or a picture just ask.

Can we start the weekend again? I wasn’t ready.

If you wish me a happy Thanksgiving, don’t be surprised if I whip out a ziplock bag and ask you to bring me home some leftovers.

Boyfriend hasn’t accepted my LinkedIn request yet. He doesn’t want to connect. He doesn’t want to build.

I don’t want to end this year on bad terms with anybody. Could you please apologize to me?

You have one week to ask me to be your Valentine. Requests must be in the form of poetic verse written in your blood.

Lord, please take this gas out of my stomach and put it in my car.

If I’m ever in a coma, please put chapstick on my lips.

Dearest, I beg of you, sleep properly and go for walks.

Can someone please fix the algorithm of my life?

Dear Aliens, Now would be a good time. Thanks!

Dear Santa, Money!

For my birthday, I want everyone to tell me how much they love me and why in immense detail.

Need someone to feed me Doritos while I read, so I don’t mess up the pages. No weirdos.

Could someone please come over here and be the adult? I’m too tired.

Going down a rabbit hole if anyone wants anything.

Me at war: You guys mind if I leave a bit early today?

Having an exorcism, but only because the demon requested it.

Asking for a donation like Wikipedia every time someone asks me a question.

Slowly descending into madness. Anyone want anything?

Look, a three-day weekend is all I ask. The rest can be four-day weekends.

The difference between coffee and your opinion is that I asked for coffee.

Hey, can I get an ETA on that “this too shall pass”?

Don’t ring my doorbell unless you’re accompanied by a camera crew and holding balloons and a big check.