Your go-to holiday nail color being called Scarlett O’Hara. TSM.
Your go-to holiday nail color being called Scarlett O’Hara. TSM.
Never dating a guy that can’t give you his letters before he gives you his last name. TSM.
If the world ends tomorrow, I’m going to be so pissed I never got to wear my New Year’s Eve dress. TSM.
Getting angry at 11pm with the people who didn’t wish you a happy birthday at midnight. TSM.
If you’re a bird, I kill birds for sport. TSM.
That evening that will forever be remembered as “the night you threw up in your hair.” TSM.
Power hour with Skinny Girl drinks. TSM.
Shrugging as you pour the glass you know you don’t need. TSM.
Blacking in during a random makeout. TSM.
Figuring out who you’re with by which fraternity flag is on the ceiling. TSM.
Having more bows than the Christmas tree. TSM.
“Let’s get festive, betches!” TSM.
Your mom being convinced you have a drinking problem after seeing all the wine (bottles) you’ve consumed since being home for break. TSM.
Miss USA winning the Miss Universe title. TSM.
Making friends with the salesgirls at Nordstrom. TSM.
That girl who you refuse to follow on Twitter, but periodically feel the need to check up on, just because you want to see what moronic things she says. TSM.
All of my problems would be solved if I could figure out how to have an amazing wedding without being married when it’s over. TSM.
Every girl you meet going into one of two categories: “bid” or “she can’t sit with us.” TSM.
I wouldn’t even wear that on laundry day. TSM.
I had a dream I was a princess and then I woke up, and still am. TSM.