I named my kitten Moscato. TSM.
I named my kitten Moscato. TSM.
She puts the “mess” in domestic. TSM.
Dressing the part of Kennedy, not Kardashian. TSM.
Always knowing the owner. TSM.
Planning your walk of shame so you’re seen by the least possible amount of people. TSM.
Always being the one that gets married in “kill, fuck or marry.” TSM.
Monday Night Football. TFM. Monday Night Bachelorette. TSM.
Being a Middleton, not an Upton. TSM.
“Take an Addy and grab your bow, we have work to do.” TSM.
I live for glitter, not for you. TSM.
Our recruitment songs are so catchy that my biological little sister already knows every word. TSM.
Showing Mitt your tits. TSM.
US Olympic volleyball team vowing to continue playing in bikinis. TSM.
Naming your puppy after your school mascot. TSM.
Going to the gym everyday just to prepare for recruitment week. TSM.
My pink laundry load is always the fullest. TSM.
Telling freshmen boys what fraternity to rush so you can get more shirts and dates out of them. TSM.
“I wasn’t talking shit. The things I said were true.” TSM.
Justifying the Franzia in your Dasani bottle with “Jesus turned the water into wine.” TSM.
My biggest worry for next year is that I won’t find a Little who is as special to me as my Big. TSM.