Imagine hating on me and I’m just sitting there in the corner, in the spotlight, losing my religion.

I love coming home and being at home and sitting inside my home and staying home.

During winter, it’s either lazy starvation or eight thousand calories in one sitting.

Tidying up usually ends up with you sitting somewhere and playing around with things you found while tidying up.

I’m “I can’t sit like that for too long” years old.

Snaccident: eating a whole bag of Doritos in one sitting.

I love being an adult and sitting absolutely still and suddenly I’ve hurt my neck somehow.

There’s nothing like sitting by an open fire and watching the evidence burn.

Offering people sitting on the bus my standing room. Like it’s better.

Autumn at last. Sitting on the sofa all day with a blanket and tea and watching movies. Just like in summer, but with a blanket and tea.

When waiting for a flight, there’s always one guy at the gate that makes you think, “As long as I’m not sitting next to him, I’ll be fine.”

Sitting next to you on an empty train and clicking my stopwatch every time you turn a page in your book.

Found a picture of me sitting on Santa’s lap. Hard to believe it’s been a whole year.

The longest drum solo was 10 hours and 26 minutes and was performed by the child sitting behind me on a flight from LA to Tokyo.

Sex is great, but have you ever started slowly picking up speed after sitting in a traffic jam?

Me, in heaven: Can you take a photo of me sitting on that cloud?

A thousand curses upon anyone who has ever gone, “Why are you sitting in the dark?” and then flipped the light on without asking.

I have almost 100,000 miles on my office chair. So I got that going for me.

House sitting for friends while they’re out of town. Never knew my buddy kept a diary.

I’m now at the age where sitting cross-legged on the floor is punishable by about three days of full-body paralysis.

Not to brag, but I finished an entire book in one sitting. I’m going to need some new crayons.

Sitting on the middle seat of this flight and both my seatmates are reading my book over my shoulder. Should I just start reading it aloud?

It’s Sunday. I’ve slept in and ignored church. Somewhere the devil is sitting and clicking on “Like”.

My husband saw a rabbit in our yard eating grass and said “That would be like sitting in a field of french fries.”

“Why does my back always hurt?”, I say, while never sitting upright in a chair.