I don’t hate. I judge. TSM.
I don’t hate. I judge. TSM.
The quick fix hair tease in the car before you get to your destination. TSM.
I’d follow him but then he’d follow me and then I’d have to stop tweeting about him. TSM.
If your rationalization is “YOLO” it’s probably a “no go.” TSM.
Being put in charge of all crafting, baking, and party planning at work because I’m in a sorority. TSM.
The little boy I nanny thinks I’m a princess. TSM.
Thanking Daddy for your good looks and your trust fund on Father’s Day. TSM.
He might pay tuition and dues, but my dad’s love is priceless. TSM.
If you wouldn’t get my daddy’s approval, you’re sure not gonna get mine. TSM.
Summer slammin’ had me a blast. TSM.
Of course I have a plans for after college. I plan to leave with a diploma, a husband, and a rock with the value of a house. TSM.
I wasn’t thinking, I was drinking. TSM.
Grand Chapter: when every man I’ve ever slept with is in one room. TSM.
Selfies. NS. Thousands of tagged pictures of you and your sisters. TSM.
Anything can be fixed with hot glue, mod podge, or wine. TSM.
Kim Kardashian saying she’s always wanted to be a Southern Belle. TSM.
Keeping an eye out for potential recruits amongst the ten year old campers at my country club. TSM.
Finding at least one more similarity with your Big every time you talk…for YEARS. TSM.
Betsey Johnson. NS. Betsy Ross. TSM.
Chewing gum incessantly to avoid eating. TSM.