My big is my wingwomam, living diary, and best friend all in one perfect human being. TSM.

The automatic cheer that follows the sound of a champagne cork popping. TSM.

The struggle always being real. TSM.

Challenging yourself by not bringing money to go out. TSM.

Sober event? K, count me out. TSM.

I’m a risk to be managed. TSTC.

“That was the old me.” TSM.

Saying “TSTC” instead of “YOLO.” TSM.

If you’re from California, then why aren’t you tan? TSM.

“I’ve made a lot of mistakes. Mark, Ryan, Sam, Nick, Brian, John, Justin, Phil, Joe, and one guy whose name I forget.” TSM.

Getting new accessories courtesy of girls who forget them at your guy friends’ apartments. TSM.

Having no greater fear than accidentally following a PNM on Twitter while stalking her life. TSM.

Wishing for a big and a little “Share a Coke.” TSM.

Keeping a designated “hickey spoon” in the freezer. TSM.

Keeping up with the group text. TSM.

Having a “white girl” phone case. TSM.

Finishing more beers than the boys. TSM.

“Trust me, you can dance.” -Vodka. TSM.

Petitioning to send Beyoncé a bid. TSM.

Asking a guy what his major is to decide whether he’s your next boyfriend or your new hookup. TSM.