Getting a “thank you” text from the guy behind you on the treadmill. TSM.
Getting a “thank you” text from the guy behind you on the treadmill. TSM.
Crying while online shopping for your big’s graduation gift. TSM.
My favorite color is a 3 way tie between red, white, and blue. TSM.
You drink too much, you gossip too much, you have questionable morals. You’re everything I ever wanted in a little. TSM.
Considering everything bought with the family company credit card as free. TSM.
Well my Big said so, and she’s always right. TSM.
My biggest problem when planning Spring Break is other people’s budgets. TSM.
Just because I only like him when I’m drunk doesn’t mean he’s not off limits. TSM.
Does baking count towards study hours? TSM.
Maybe America runs on Dunkin’ but sororities run on Starbucks. TSM.
Planning your outfits around what boys are in your classes. TSM.
“I think I just accidentally asked him to formal.” TSM.
Pulling an all nighter because you keep taking crafting breaks. TSM.
My daily routine: get up, be amazing, go back to bed. TSM.
Knowing exactly how many minutes will pass between sending him a passive aggressive text and the phone call begging for your forgiveness. TSM.
That feeling of frustration when one eye’s makeup comes out just a liiiittle bit better than the other. TSM.
“Your TSM submission is live!” is my favorite email to receive…besides Neiman’s. TSM.
Craft city, bitch. TSM.
Crying over spilled milk. NS. Crying over spilled Starbucks. TSM.
My TSM alter-ego is kind of a bitch. TSM.