Ironically calling a girl I don’t like “sweetie” and a girl I do like “betch.” TSM.

The only time I’m on my knees is when I’m begging God that the last pair of Jimmy Choos are in my size. TSM.

That gratifying feeling when people from home ask you if you’re eating. TSM.

Maybe I’ll just keep this for myself and keep shopping for her. TSM.

Sharing carefully edited stories about your year with mom over Hot Toddies. TSM.

Moment of panic when your Big doesn’t pick up her phone in the middle of an outfit crisis. TSM.

Red lipstick stains on all your pillow cases…and his. TSM.

I’m outdoorsy in that I like getting drunk on patios. TSM.

“She’s kidding, right?” TSM.

That feeling of satisfaction when another one of his brothers adds you on Facebook. TSM.

I can’t tell if he makes me happy or just keeps me entertained…I’ll keep him around either way. TSM.

The depression that sets in when your house mom bans glitter from the house. TSM.

“Oh my God STOP IT.” TSM.

Being the Prom Queen, the class president, a cheerleader, and the valedictorian in high school. TSM.

All I want for Christmas is everything. TSM.

I’m in love with a dipper. TSM.

There comes a time in the day when no matter what the question…the answer is wine. TSM.

If you’re not covered in glitter, you’re not doing it right. TSM.

Practicing recruitment lines on strangers at Christmas parties. TSM.

Not wanting to wear gloves because that would cover up your perfect manicure. TSM.