Adulting level: cereal for dinner.

Me: saves money. Also me: sees a sale.

The group chat is 90% memes and 10% plans that never happen.

Remembered everything I forgot. At 2am. In bed.

I'm not procrastinating, I'm prioritising naps.

Here for a good time, not a long time. Especially at meetings.

My hair has a mind of its own, and it's not a nice one.

My love language is being left alone with snacks.

Mentally, I'm still in bed.

I'm the reason the group chat has trust issues.

My brain is a browser with 47 tabs open.

My love language is being left alone with snacks.

My sense of direction is a myth.

Some people have abs. I have snacks.

Me and my overthinking are best friends.

I'm not clumsy, the floor just loves me.