You can tell a lot about a girl by what she pins and re-pins. TSM.
You can tell a lot about a girl by what she pins and re-pins. TSM.
Oh you don’t have an iPhone? This could be an issue with group messaging. We can’t give you a bid. TSM.
It’s St. Patrick’s Day. My eyes are green… Does that count? TSM.
Wait, I can drink in HIS letters though, right? TSM.
Choosing Evian or Fiji based on what looks better with my outfit. TSM.
Hold still so I can look at myself in your sunglasses. TSM.
Grossly overpacking for a trip that will be spent half in my swim suit and half in my birthday suit. TSM.
Managed to find a way to passive aggressively send cupcakes. TSM.
Baking in the sun and in the kitchen. TSM.
Slightly favoring the friends that sit quietly while I talk about myself over the ones that add their stories in too. TSM.
I’d rather have back problems from my Longchamp than switch to a backpack. TSM.
Well, it doesn’t count if you didn’t get a t-shirt. TSM.
Considering a pair of five-inch sparkly heels a good investment. TSM.
Running out of alcohol way before food. TSM.
Introducing your Little to your Big for approval is like introducing your boyfriend to your parents for approval…but scarier. TSM.
You got an A for working hard on your homework. I got an A for working hard at maintaining a five-minute conversation with the boy who did my homework. Who’s really the smarter one here? TSM.
Cacophobia is the fear of ugliness. Shit, I think I have that. TSM.
I love things that make my boobs look really big and my waist look really tiny, like my birthday suit. TSM.
Refusing to acknowledge the G-word when your Big is a second semester senior. TSM.
When I don’t get what I want…wait no, I always get what I want. TSM.