27 Valentine’s Day Cards From The ’90s That Will Give You Intense Elementary School Flashbacks

Valentine’s Day has never been easy. As a twentysomething, if you’re not in a relationship, you probably dread or ignore the holiday since you don’t have a Valentine yourself. If you’re kind of seeing someone (but not really) Valentines Day is awkward because, umm, do you get them anything or not? And if you’re in a relationship, you have to either rush to dinner after work or postpone the holiday. And are you supposed to wear red or pink during the day at work? Or is that too cliche? You probably wish you could go back to the ‘easy’ days of elementary school when all you had to do was exchange Valentines with each other… but, my friends, you must remember – it wasn’t that easy!

First of all, the boxes of V-day cards came with, like, a certain number of cards and everyone in your class had to get one. You couldn’t get a box with 31 Valentine’s saying ‘You’re cool’ and 1 Valentine saying ‘I really like you!’ It didn’t work like that. So you had to sit down on the floor in front of these cards and decide which ones you were going to give to which people. You couldn’t give your crush a card that was too obvious! And you didn’t want to give someone random – or even worse, someone of the same sex – a mushy card. But you had to give them all out, no matter what. And they basically all said ‘Be my Valentine!’ or something along those lines. It was such a dilemma.

Not everyone dealt with this dilemma though. Remember getting cards from guys who had amazing penmanship? Yeah, that probably wasn’t their writing. Like, you actually thought their parents weren’t involved?! I highly doubt every 8 year old boys was out there signing and sealing their cards… they just did the deliver part. They were too busy playing with their power rangers and mutilating their sisters’ barbies (the hair!!! where is the hair?!) to spend time writing stupid cards to stupid girls (COOTIES… THE FEAR LIVES ON).

We read into the messages on our Valentine’s Day cards like we read into texts now: way. too. much. But we really shouldn’t have cared. It’s not like so-and-so gave us a Valentine for a reason. They gave it to us because they had to. And if it said they liked you, *newsflash:* so did all the other cards. Or did they…

Here are a bunch of v-day cards you definitely will remember from the 90s and who I would give them to now:

1. For the guy who looks like cute from behind, but not from the front:

2. For the random girl who sits across the room:

3. For the drama queen:

4. For the fat kid:

5. For the cool kid (I am, like, sooo cool too. I have Barbie Valentines!):

6. For the ex (you jealous?):

7. For the anorexic one (It comes with a pack of Nerds — eat them!):

8. For the one you don’t like:

9. For the crush (they’ll never guess you like them with this Valentine… they’ll just think you’re cool):

10. For the guy you’ve never spoken to:

11. For the class hottie (she’ll take you on a ride alright):

12. Also for the class hottie… the one you fantasize about:

13. For the boy who sits 3 desks down (#Random):

14. For the loner:

15. For the Asian:

16. For the one you’re not so sure about:

17. For the teacher:

18. For no one. This one would most likely be left in the box because it’s WAYYY too… forward:

19. For the BFF who stays up laughing all night with you at sleepovers:

20. For the rich kid:

21. For the most popular girl in class (the second most if that’s you):

22. For the guys… from the future class lesbian:

23. This one actually has nothing to do with Valentine’s Day (but you gotta love the Powerpuff Girls):

24. This one also has nothing to do with Valentine’s Day (there aren’t even any hearts — I don’t get it):

25. I would never send this, but would get it from the guy whose parents were stuck in the 80s:

26. I would also never send this one, but it would be from one of the nerdy guys in class (like, I actually remember getting this):

27. For the BFFAEAEAEAEs (lylas):

Do you remember any of the above Valentines? Which were your faves? Do kids, like, even do this anymore? Or no because everyone would have to get the same message on their cards and everyone is allergic to candy… and probably paper, too? Fucking kids these days. Bring back the 90s!

Here Are All The Fucks I’ve Stopped Giving In My 20s

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I gave way too many fucks in my 20s. I would say the past nine years were a ‘fuck-giving-fest,’ but that sounds sexual. And I’m pretty sure I thought more about what people thought about me than I thought about having sex. Pathetic, right? Yes.

The fucks I gave ranged from the way I looked to the clothes I wore. They haunted me at the bar, where I cared too much about the ages of everyone around me, and they followed me to the office where I cared way too much about work in general. I was a fuck-giving machine and there was honestly no stopping me—until one day something hit me and I just stopped caring. Okay, well, I guess I didn’t STOP caring. I just stopped caring about the little things and other people and started caring about me and my happiness.

Literally the only thing I recommend you do before turning 30 is stop giving ‘fucks.’ There is no place for fucks in adulthood. Below you’ll find all the fucks I stopped giving in my 20s. Now you can stop giving them, too, and join me here in adulthood. It’s lit. (Did I use that right? Lol, jk, I don’t give a fuck.)


1. The FOMO Fuck

From the 2nd grade to age 27, I couldn’t stand the thought of people doing things without me. I rarely asked myself if I wanted to do things. I only asked if I wanted to do what everyone else was doing. FOMO (fear of missing out) consumed me. I saw movies I had no interest in because my friends were going. I went to expensive dinners and bars when I was broke because I didn’t want to miss a night out. Years later, I finally realized I didn’t have to do shit I didn’t want to do in order to have friends. WOW, WHAT A CONCEPT, I KNOW. I started saying no to dinner plans when I preferred to eat at home instead. I started turning down invites to vacations when I didn’t have the money. I became a new person who could stay home on the couch without fearing that everyone else was out having fun without me and would never talk to me again because of it. Instead, I now spend my time doing the things I love and I still have friends and a social life. IT’S GLORIOUS.


2. The Strict Diet Fuck

In the 10th grade, I went on my first diet. It was called ‘don’t eat breakfast, eat a bagel for lunch, and starve until dinner.’ After this diet didn’t work, I decided to eat the world instead. Then, I discovered alcohol and literally expanded 13 sizes. This brought me to my first strict diet where I allowed myself only a very tiny, unrealistic amount of calories a day. My bad dieting habits continued until I got to my late 20s, realized nothing was working anymore, and came to terms with the fact that this is me and I LOOK FINE. Sure, I can try to lose weight. Sure, I can eat healthy. But I don’t NEEEEED to—so I’ve stopped giving a fuck about doing so. I feel fine, and for the first time potentially ever, I like me. ALL IS GOOD FAM.


3. The Having-a-Filter Fuck

I’ve always lived in constant fear of saying the “wrong thing” out loud. This led to me stay quiet in class through college, except when I read the Sparknote versions of the Shakespeare books because ain’t no confidence booster like a Sparknotes confidence booster. But there were no Sparknotes for life, so I kept quiet about pretty much everything else. I feared putting my creative ideas out there. I feared talking about subjects I wasn’t 110% knowledgable about. I feared embarrassing myself. But now IDGAF—and it’s awesome. What I’ve come to find after writing on the Internet for seven years is that the more you worry about what you’re going to say, the more time you’re wasting. You’ve got to put yourself out there. Writing helped me realize I am good at something (I think???). If I didn’t put myself out there, I wouldn’t have the career I have or the life I have. I wouldn’t be the PERSON I am now, either.  I am now comfortable with saying crazy shit out loud to everyone because guys, I AM ONE CRAZY MOTHER FUCKER. DON’T @ ME.


4. The Shots Fuck

IF I DON’T WANT TO TAKE A SHOT, I’M NOT TAKING A SHOT. IF I’M NOT FEELING WINE TONIGHT, I’M NOT GOING TO HAVE A WINE. IF I DON’T WANT TO HAVE VODKA RN, I’M NOT GOING TO HAVE VODKA. I don’t give a fuck what you think if I’m not drinking. Back in the day, I cared. But now, I don’t. I drink when I want to drink, and everyone else should do the same. The peer pressure we put on others to drink in social situations is honestly not okay. So plz, leave me alone and let me do me, bye.


5. The Wearing Makeup Fuck

I cannot believe there was once a time where I put on a full face of makeup every morning. Like I would actually take time in the morning to put on foundation, bronzer, eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara. Every once in a while, it’s fun and exciting to glam it up in the AM when I have a work event or *gasp* plans, but let’s be serious here—that rarely happens. 90% of days I roll into work, sit on my computer for 8 consecutive hours, go to a work out class, and then sit on the couch for the rest of the night. NO MAKEUP IS NEEDED IN THIS SCENARIO. NONE. So why should I wear it? Do I give a fuck if my co-workers and society see me as the person I really am every day? No, so I’m not going to wear it.


6. The Needing Going Out Clothes Fuck

Two years ago I thought I was over my ‘going out clothes’ phase because I had more casual stuff in my closet than ‘going out’ dresses and blouses. But then my closet became 99% sweaters and cotton t-shirts, and I started wearing sweaters to bars. When I started going out in ‘non-going-out-clothes,’ I would panic after 11pm when encountering girls dressed to KILL in the bathroom in their crop tops, super ripped jeans, and see-through body suits. It made me feel ancient and then I would get nostalgic for the days when I would wear dresses to dive bars. But, uh, why the fuck was I dressing up to go to sports bars??? I would never want to do that again. The minute I realized I valued comfort more than looking like an overdressed idiot, I got over the ‘going out clothes’ thing. I’ll dress to kill for your wedding and bach party, but that’s about it, bye.


7. The Making Everyone Like Me Fuck

Ever since I was in elementary school I’ve been obsessed with getting people to like me. I don’t know why it was so important to me, but I literally thought I had to bring candy around with me to make friends and donuts to summer camp when I was a counselor to get campers to like me. Humor was always important to me—but to the point where I thought I had to turn everything into a joke because if people thought I was funny, they would like me, right? Anything remotely serious, I had to turn it into a joke. I still do this today, but now it’s to get the internet to like me. While I still do give a fuck about this, I don’t give a fuck if people don’t like me. I learned that it’s OKAY if everyone doesn’t like you—and that helped me be myself, and honestly I might be funnier now? If I’m even funny? Basically I learned people will either love you or hate you, and I’d rather be LOVED by a few people than ‘liked’ by a bunch, even if that comes with h8ers. As Kevin G said, ‘don’t let the haters keep you from doing your thang.’ BITCH I WON’T.


8. The I’m Too Old For This Fuck

Age is just a mother fucking number. I don’t think I fully realized this until I was a month into 29 and came to terms with the fact I wasn’t going to accomplish all the shit on my “before 30 bucket list” before 30. But hey—that’s fine. It’s not like life ends when you turn 30. It’s not like you have to stop going after your dreams and having fun when your 20s end. I gave way too many fucks about AGE during my 20s while out at bars, in the office, and even during work out classes. I worried I was too old to do certain shit, so I became hesitant about doing it. But when I stopped giving a fuck about being too old or too young for stuff, my life changed. I do what I went when I want, without factoring age into any decisions, and I encourage you to do the same. Don’t listen to someone who tells you to do shit before 30. YOU DON’T HAVE TO ASSOCIATE STUFF WITH AGE. JUST DO YOU. YOU’RE NEVER TOO OLD TO DO THE SHIT YOU WANNA DO, unless you’re 50 and want to start having kids because #science, but that’s fine, 50 is lightyears away. Anyway, start giving ZERO FUCKS about your age and liberate yourself from anxiety—it will free you. Really.

7 Reasons You Should Give Up Your New Year’s Resolutions & Accept Yourself For The Trash Person You Are


I think we can all agree that the worst time of the year is the very beginning of January. It’s cold. There’s nothing to look forward to. Commuting is a nightmare.  The gym is crowded with all these people who are trying to start fitness routines that will fail in approximately three weeks. People are trying to eat healthy so one wants to do anything fun. It sucks.

What sucks even more? New Year’s resolutions. I hate them. I don’t understand why people think just because the year is changing, it’s a time to start fresh. The year always changes every 365 days. It’s not like this is anything new. That’s why I don’t try to be this brand new person when the new year begins.

When the clock struck midnight on January 1st, I was three bottles of wine deep playing flip cup like it was 20-fucking-12. That being said, I started 2018 like a trash person. I woke up hungover, had pizza and french fries for “brunch,” and then finished the leftovers from “brunch” for dinner. But you know what? IT’S FINE. Although I ate like shit over the holidays, as one does, I worked out practically every day for the month of December. If I want to take off the first day of January from being a human being who has her shit together, that’s okay. I will eat healthy this week and stay in this weekend (and probably next weekend too). But not because it’s January 1st. Because it’s cold as fuck out and I ate like shit over the holidays, so I need to get back on my pre-holiday lifestyle. And if I want to have a few day cheat days here and there, I will because indulging when necessary is the only way I’ll be able to keep this shit up for approximately 300/365 days without spiraling into a 24/7 trash person lifestyle.

If you want 2018 to work for you, I encourage you to not make New Year’s resolutions (why am I capitalizing New Year’s btw? idk). Here’s why.


1. If you set a date of January 1st to start working towards a goal, you’re already screwed.

If you REALLY wanted to achieve this goal, you would have started working towards it before January 1st because people who really want things go after them right away. They don’t say ‘ehhhh, I’m gonna keep spiraling out of control until January 1st and then get my life together because new year, new me.’ No bitch. New year, same you. People don’t change. When you REALLY want something, you’ll start going after it in that moment. But until then, just give it the fuck up and stop trying. You’re filling up work out classes and taking the treadmills away from the people who’ve been working towards goals since before 2018.


2. If you think making a resolution is going to make 2018 great, you’re lying to yourself.

One year is 365 days long, and there’s no chance you’re going to have a year with no obstacles if you accomplish your New Year’s resolution(s). Every year, no matter what, is always full of ups and downs. It’s okay to take rest days when it comes to working out. It’s okay to have cheat days even if you eat healthy most of the time. If you tell yourself you have to be this new, changed, organized, put together person in 2018 and don’t give yourself room to breathe, you’ll crash and burn in just a few weeks and go back to your OG ways. Let yourself live.


3. If you have multiple resolutions, they probably all contradict each other.

For example: “I’m going to spend less money” and “I’m going to go to more fitness classes.” Like no this is impossible. Fitness classes are expensive. You can’t save money while attending them. You’d have to pick one of these resolutions, but honestly, either alone would make for a shitty fucking year.


4. If you give up something you and your friends like to do together, they’ll probably stop wanting to hang out.

So you want to give up alcohol but you also still want to hang out with your booze-loving friends? Lol, good luck. My social life literally consist of drinks at bars, dinner with drinks, movies with drinks, sports watching with drinks, drinks after shopping, drinks after nails, nights in with drinks. If I gave up drinking for 365 days, I would have no social life. This is why I’m afraid to get pregnant. But anyway, IF YOU LIKE WHAT YOU DO, KEEP DOING IT UNTIL YOU ACTUALLY CAN’T. If you try to give it up, you’ll fail and end up alone. Sounds like a shitty year to me!


5. If you post about your resolutions on social media, you’re going to make people feel bad about themselves, and they’ll dislike you (or unfollow you) for it.

Like, it’s really awesome you’re eating whole foods for 30 days, but I’m sitting here eating a whole pizza and I don’t need you shoving pictures of sweet potatoes in my face making me feel bad about my poor food decisions. (Disclaimer: I am the asshole who takes pictures of healthy food, but I’m trying to speak for the general public here, which in this situation is not me so sorry in advance for my food pics on Insta, plz don’t unfollow me, but bye if you do).


6. Life can get in the way of your resolutions.

Shit happens. What if you make a money resolution and you have unexpected bills come your way? What if you have a fitness resolution and you get hurt? What if you make a career resolution and you get laid off? It can happen—It happened to me. After I lost my job two Februarys ago, there was no way it was going to be the “year of Sam,” like I designated it on New Year’s Day. That made it even more upsetting when I couldn’t go after the things I said I was going to, because I couldn’t and there was nothing I could do about it.


7. You probbbbbably won’t be happy until you stop trying to change and accept yourself for the shit person you are.

Yes, life is all about accepting the changes around you, but it’s not about trying to change the person you are. You are who are you, and if you’re a shit person, so be it. I did a study called living life and found that 90% of people are shit people. It’s fine! Everything is fine! And it will be even more fine when you stop trying to be someone you’re not 🙂

20 Things I Reallyyy Miss About My Early 20s


I thought I was so busy in my early 20s. I claimed I was stressed, overworked, committed to too much, and broke (okay, I actually was broke). I thought I was losing friends because I barely had time for all of them anymore. And I was exhausted because of all this to the point where I could go only go out on weekend nights instead of during the week.

Now I look back on those years and long for the free time, friends, and energy I used to have. I didn’t know what stress was. I didn’t know commitment. I wasn’t tired. I wasn’t losing friends. At 29, I can actually say I’ve lost touch with a lot of people over the years. As for going out, I can barely even handle socializing with people one night a week. Like, I’m unsure what would happen to my body if I was forced to party like I used to two or three days in a row. It would not be good.

In honor of mourning my youth and my energy, here is everything I miss about my early 20s. May the ghost of Sam’s past rest without having the spins and then waking up to puke.


1. I miss Friday afternoon mass texts making last minute plans for Friday night, because now everyone is always busy—and planning in advance is the worst.


2. I miss being okay with sleeping on someone else’s floor, or couch, because hotels are expensive.


3. I miss knowing someone would always be around when I felt like doing something, because now I’m bored.


4. I miss not being anxious about spending my weekend days hungover doing nothing instead of being a real person and doing something(s), because now my weekends are just eat, work out, grocery shop, clean, sleep.


5. I miss the money I saved while ‘pre-gaming,’ and the act of pre-gaming, and having it be okay to admit that I like(d) pre-gaming, because I miss spending time with my friends.


6. I miss the lack of responsibilities I had, because now I have too many.


7. I miss making new friends, because now that’s hard.


8. I miss seeing old friends, because I lost touch with a lot of people over the years.


9. I miss ‘the way it used to be,’ because the good old days are definitely gone.


10. I miss it being okay to be broke, because now I just feel like a failure when I’m running low on money.


11. I miss my energy, because I’m always tired now.


12. I miss my metabolism, because it gets harder to lose weight when you get older.


13. I miss thinking 25 was old, because it’s not.


14. I miss thinking 30 was old, because it’s not. Right?


15. I miss being able to talk to my grandparents, because they’re no longer here.


16. I miss not thinking about the fact my parents are getting older, because they are.


17. I miss laughing about things like buying a car and a home because I wasn’t old enough to think about that stuff seriously yet, because now I feel like I should be doing those things—not just thinking about those things.


18. I miss not ever thinking it was ‘too late’ to turn things around and shake up my life, because now I feel like it is.


19. I miss actually wanting to move to New York City and California, because even though I’m happy where I am now, I miss the excitement of potential change.


20. I miss being excited about my dreams and not anxious and in a rush to make them happen, because time is going by so fast. My early 20s feel like forever ago, but they also feel like yesterday. In the grand scheme of things, only a few years have gone by, but for some reason, the pressure is on. I miss when it wasn’t. Can we go back to that?

Here’s What New Year’s Eve Is *Really* Like At Each Age In Your 20s

When the check comes after no one orders booze at brunch and you realize how cheap it is to not drink (1)

New Year’s Eve is hands down the most overrated holiday in the existence of holidays. It’s first flaw is that it comes after Christmas. It’s second flaw is that it tries to compete with other party holidays like July 4th and Memorial Day, but those holidays occur when the weather is nice out—not when there are frostbite warnings. It’s third flaw is that it’s trying way too hard. We’re expected to get dressed up to do literally the same thing we do every time we socialize, and we have to drink champagne, which gives me fierce heartburn.

As a 29-year-old female, I can now officially recite the story of “New Year’s Eves of Sam’s Past” and it’s both a scary and relatable tale. Below you will find how I spent each NYE in my 20s. The scene changes but the thought process remains the same. It’s a story of realization and finding one’s true self at the bottom of a couch cushion under a faux fur blanket.

Here is a look at New Year’s Eve at every age in your (I mean my) 20s.



Finding a party when everyone is home for winter break is like being in high school again. All of your friends’ parents are tired from raising kids that are now 20, so that means no house party. You can’t go to a bar because they’re strict on NYE and you could lose your fake ID. You’re left waiting until the day of to make plans, which consist of you and 16 of your friends going to your friends’ friends’ friends’ random off-campus house party at a nearby college where you get drunk, puke, and end up crashing on your friends’ parent’s couch.



You can FINALLY legally go out, but your friends can’t decide on a bar because everyone wants to spend the night differently. You finally decide on a random bar that only has a $20 cover because you’re way too poor to pay the expensive covers at the “real” bars.  You get a sparkly dress and a bunch of cheap champagne for the pre-game and spend your night doing the same thing you do every weekend: blacking out at a bar. You get pizza after and assume future NYEs will be better when you can actually afford to go to a cool place.



Your friends decide on a place to pre-game, but don’t decide on a bar because they all cost money and you can’t even afford a $10 cover. After pre-gaming, you wander in to a dive bar where you’re completely overdressed. You get black out drunk and then end up at McDonalds. The next morning you look back on the night before and think, WOW THAT WAS THE BEST NYE EVER, but that’s only because you don’t remember it because you blacked out.



You have some money to spend, so you search online for an awesome bar to go to. Your friends won’t commit to a bar though because they’re all waiting for better plans to come along. You finally say fuck this and get tickets to a bar for $60 with a few friends. You arrive to the bar in a fierce outfit (AKA you upgraded your dress choice from Forever 21 to Urban Outfitters), but you find the passed apps are already gone and the champagne toast is a joke. However, the party favors are lit. You get black out drunk so you assume you had fun, but you remember how crowded it was so you vow to never do one of these lame bar parties on New Year’s Eve ever again.

Here’s me on NYE at 23. Shoutout to the girl who just bought this dress from my Poshmark store.




You won’t go to a bar and no one you know has an apartment that is big enough for a party so you’re left with no plans. Luckily at the last minute, a friend comes through with an invite to an open bar party at a bar. It’s fun, but you felt sick all week because it’s cold out so you don’t get black out. You go home before 1am. You begin to realize New Year’s Eve is not actually that much fun—you’ve just been getting black out drunk on the night every year. Hmmm….



You’re confused about how to celebrate. You’re as close to 20 as you are to 30 so it still acceptable to get black out drunk off of cheap champagne, or should you be classy and get tipsy off a bottle of Dom P? Can you wear a sparkly dress with tights, or should you wear something more appropriate for the weather outside which calls for sixteen layers of sweaters? Do you even want to go out? Do you even have friends that want to go out? Speaking of friends, what happened to all of them??? You wait until the last minute to make plans and go to a nice dinner with a few friends. It’s nothing special, but you are now well aware that NYE is nothing special, so it’s fine. You just wish you had money and friends to go to a black tie party or something. One day…



At the last minute, a friend decides to have people over. You call it a “party” which is funny, because 20 people at a house to you used to be a really tame pre-game. Look at how much you’ve grown! You drink some champagne. You get a little tipsy. But you go home at a decent time after midnight because you don’t want to get screwed by Uber and pay an insane surcharge.



Your friend decides to throw a “party.” However, everyone invited is busy. Why is it that everyone always has all these big plans except you? You make it a resolution to be less free the next year. You question whether or not leaving your apartment to go to this friends’ place will be worth it since no one is going. Is it worth getting stuck with an insane Uber surcharge fee? Is it worth getting dressed instead of staying on the couch in sweatpants? Is it worth drinking calories when your metabolism is slow as fuck now? You decide to go out, but you end up getting too dressed up, eating too much cheese, drinking too much wine, and paying too much for Uber. You feel like you’re getting too old for this shit now. Help.

HEY EVERYONE, COME SEE HOW OVERDRESSED I REALLY WAS ON NYE AT 27. I’m the second one in from the left.




You try to make plans, but the single people don’t want to be around the couples, so you give up. You surrender to a last-minute gathering at a friend’s place with everyone who didn’t have plans, including you, because you still manage to always be free when everyone else is doing cool shit. You don’t drink too much because you want to work out the next day and you’ve been eating shit for the entire week so you feel bloated and gross. The entire time you’re out, you wish you were at home on your couch under a faux fur blanket in sweatpants watching Netflix. You leave immediately after midnight. You don’t even care that the Uber surcharge was 6x. You just want to go home.



Instead of trying to find plans this year, you avoid finding plans. You would love to go out if you had a really cool black tie party to attend or if your friends rented out a bar. The problem: you have no black tie party to attend because you never became wildly rich in your 20s and you literally lost the majority of your friends over the past 10 years so you don’t know enough people to fill a rented bar. All you want to do this year is drink a wine, have a cheese, and wake up the next morning so you can go to SoulCycle and stomach a salad. But next year, you would like to be rich so you can throw a wild black tie party for all the friends you don’t have anymore or go on vacation. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR? IS IT? Maybe NYE gets better and classier in your 30s? I guess we’ll see.

35 Memes About Growing Up That Will Make You Laugh And Then Question Your Life

2017 was fine. Okay, no, it kind of sucked. But it wasn’t all bad. I made a bunch of memes and people shared them and now I made of a list of the ones people shared the most and here is that list… The OFFICIAL list of the most popular memes from @20somethingproblems (formerly @forever20tweets), the Instagram account I run for fun in my free time because…


Please enjoy checking out the memes and realizing that you are not alone in the sad, scary, hilarious world of adulthood. May you enter 2018 in peace  knowing everyone is in the same small boat as you because we are too poor to own mini yachts, sad face.


1. The Drunk Brunch Meme


2. The Black Out Meme


3. The Grocery Store Meme


4. The Why I’m Not Having Kids RN Meme


5. The Social Media Meme


6. The Late-20s Meme


7. The Jersey Shore Meme


8. The Adulting Is Hard Meme


8. The Dollz Meme


9. The Wedding Meme


10. The Money Problem Meme


11. The Drunk Eater Meme


12. The Degenerate Meme


13. The Work Day Meme


14. The Pizza Meme


15. The Ghosting Meme


16. The Engagement Meme


17. The Hangover Meme


18. The Art Stuff Meme


19. The Saving Money Meme


20. The Period Meme


21. The College Meme


22. The Life-After-26 Meme


23. The Vacation Booking Meme


24. The 2005 Meme


25. The Snacks Meme


26. The After Work Meme


27. The Prince George Meme


28. The Halloween Meme


29. The I’m Definitely Drinking Tonight Meme


30. The Engagement Ring Meme


31. The Life Is Hard Meme


32. The July 4th Meme


33. The Help Me I’m Poor Meme


34. The VMAs Meme


35. The Scott Disick & Bella Thorne Meme