September is like the Monday of the months.
Wake me up when September ends… because I’m too lazy to do it myself.
September is Mother Nature’s way of saying, I’m going to make you do a wardrobe transition every year.
September is the month when my summer body officially becomes a fall body.
September brings out the inner pumpkin spice lover in all of us.
September is the month when I start having nightmares about back-to-school supplies.
September is like the awkward middle child between summer and fall.
September is the month when I suddenly become a coffee addict to combat early morning darkness.
September is the month when I go from wearing flip-flops to breaking out my cozy socks.
September is the month when summer dreams turn into fall reality TV marathons.
September is the month when I forget how to adult and my lunch consists of snacks from the gas station.
September is the month when I become an expert at dodging conversations about my summer vacation plans.
September is the month when I realize I still haven’t achieved my New Year’s resolutions.
September is the month when I have to start pretending that I know how to pronounce pumpkin spice latte.
September is the month when I start calling my hoodie collection fall fashion.
September is the month when I realize I’m not as prepared for winter as I thought.
September is the month when I wish I could hibernate like a bear until the first day of spring.
September is the month when I start panicking about what to wear to Halloween parties.
September is the month when I rediscover the joy of eating soup for dinner.
September is the month when I start playing Christmas music as a form of protest against the changing seasons.
September is the month when I question why I ever thought it was a good idea to sign up for 8 AM classes.
September is the month when I start googling how to become a professional nap taker.
September is the month when I become a master at avoiding Monday morning meetings.
September is the month when I start wearing scarves as a fashion statement, even though it’s still 80 degrees outside.
September is the month when I wonder if I’ll ever figure out how to achieve a work-life balance.
September is the month when I become a spokesperson for hot coffee and cancel my annual iced coffee subscription.
September is the month when I realize I should have invested in stock options for pumpkin spice products.
September is the month when I start researching how to hibernate like a bear.
September is the month when I realize I should have taken more vacation days during the summer.
September is the month when I become a pro at layering clothes to combat unpredictable weather.
September is the month when I start buying new notebooks and pens even though I haven’t been a student in years.
September is the month when I start using my oven again and remember why I stopped during the summer.
September is the month when I realize I’m too old to be excited about back-to-school shopping, but I still do it anyway.
September is the month when I start reminiscing about the carefree days of summer and wondering where it all went wrong.
September is the month when I start planning my Halloween costume, even though I always end up throwing something together last minute.
September is the month when I start missing the sound of ice cream trucks and the taste of melting popsicles.
September is the month when I become an expert at finding excuses to cancel plans and stay in bed.
September is the month when I start watching reruns of Friends and questioning my life choices.
September is the month when I realize I procrastinated my summer goals and now I have to wait another year to achieve them.
September is the month when I question why I ever thought wearing white after Labor Day was a fashion crime.
September is the month when I start googling how to cope with the end of summer blues.
September is the month when I start living vicariously through Instagram influencers who are still on summer vacation.
September is the month when I start practicing my holiday baking skills because it’s never too early for gingerbread cookies.
September is the month when I realize it’s time to retire my summer playlist and find some new fall jams.
September is the month when I become a master at hiding under my covers and avoiding responsibilities.
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