Kristen

“Go big or go home”. Me: Home. I want to go home.

Ever since I was little I knew I wanted to avoid people.

My hobbies include being tired and wishing I could take a nap.

Starting a support group for procrastinators. I’ll come up with the details later.

This cant be the same body that used to be able to survive on 4 hours of sleep.

Why does the weekend always feel like it only lasts about five seconds?

How old do I need to be before I start doing puzzles and birdwatching? I’m tired now.

I miss whatever age I was when I was able to sleep through the whole night without waking up.

Sorry I can’t go out this weekend. I went out last weekend and I’m still recovering from that.

Before you ask me if I want to go and do anything after work please don’t.

Shout out to Gwen Stefani for continuing to help me remember how to spell bananas all these years later.

I am Limewire years old.

I’m at a point in my life where I understand why my parents never wanted to stop anywhere on the way home from work.

I’m at a point in my life where going out on the weekend just means I’m running errands.

I am cassette tape years old.

Apparently getting older is basically just waking up tired one day and then being tired forever after that.

Do you ever wish you could just walk away in the middle of a conversation when you’re bored?

I’m officially at the I don’t want to do anything on the weekends point in my life.

Doctor: You have a disease. Me: Oh no! Doctor: You can cure it with diet and exercise. Me: Oh no!

I’m at a point in my life where my favorite thing to do is nothing.