Are you tired? You look tired.
I’m beat. Exhausted. Spent. Drained. Pooped. I’m tired, dog-tired, of cutting my night short to ensure that I get ten hours of uninterrupted sleep, waking up on time, fixing myself a decent breakfast, commuting to work and arriving fifteen minutes early only to be asked if I’m tired because I decided maybe I didn’t want to apply my makeup with a torch gun this morning. Soooooo tired.
Why don’t you have a boyfriend?
Well, it’s a funny story! OH WAIT, NO IT ISN’T.
Rude Responses to Annoying Questions by Stephanie Georgopulos