Mentally preparing myself to trek through the snow in my scantily clad costume. TSM.
Mentally preparing myself to trek through the snow in my scantily clad costume. TSM.
Caring more about your sorority elections than the presidential elections. TSM.
My iPhone password is my member number. TSM.
Sunday morning “My life is a jokeeeee” texts. TSM.
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, watch your back. TSM.
With classes canceled, I have way more time to craft my Halloween costume. Thanks, Sandy! TSM.
I’m a risk management issue, but I’m a rockstar at recruitment. TSM.
In girl world, Halloween is the one night a year where a girl can dress like a total slut and…we will still totally judge her for it. TSM.
Laying on your heated bathroom floor is the best cure for a hangover. So I hear. TSM.
Slating girls with bad hair is as liberal as I get. TSM.
If you can’t handle me watching football, then you don’t deserve me at my best. TSM.
Even my glitter is covered in glitter. TSM.
“FUN.” TSM.
“Don’t delete it! I promise I won’t put it on Facebook!” TSM.
“AND her pearls are totally fake.” TSM.
Wikipedia listing Ann Romney’s occupation as “homemaker and equestrian.” TSM.
“I wish you the best, I just think you need a different therapist” -Ramona Singer. TSM.
Your birthday being your little’s half birthday. Destiny. TSM.
Do your hair like it’s full of secrets. TSM.
Guys getting legitimately pissed when you can’t remember their names. Sorry I’m not sorry. TSM.