My general state, expressed in memes.
Yes, every damn day. I used to be good at keeping my facial expressions neutral. Then I just decided I no longer gave a flying eff.
Girl, yes.
Amen, Dame Maggie.
Yes.
Truth. Less responsibility. 3 hots and a cot.
Ain’t that the truth.
Feral and proud of it.
54, and this is a fairly accurate representation of me in my twenties. I’d add in Malibu rum and Doc Martens for mosh-pit nights.
What’s the worst that can happen?
Totally on point.
Hahahahaha, love ’em all, especially “come back when you’re 50.”
Yes, I feel some of these so keenly. My family is fluent in sarcasm. We’re practically the same age. (I’ll be 54 in 3 weeks.)