Caring more about what I look like for his semi-formal than my own. TSM.

I’m not bad at texting back…I just don’t like you. TSM.

Not returning the shack shirt. TSM.

Sisters telling me how soft my hair is as they held it back last night. TSM.

No geed, I’m not going to wait in line all day to get a seat for the premier of Breaking Dawn. My house rented out a whole theater so we could see it together. TSM.

Chasing with Crystal Light. TSM.

I love snapping because I can do it while holding my drink. TSM.

Setting your default to a pic with a girl you hate only because you look hotter than she does. TSM.

Blotting your lipstick with a Starbucks receipt. TSM.

It’s just as much about the outfit I’m wearing as it is the koozie my beer is wearing. TSM.

Drunk tweets. #SoberThoughts. TSM.

Dad gave me money for groceries. I accidentally spent it on shoes…again. TSM.

Not knowing if a shirt in your closet belongs to you or a sister. TSM.

Splurging on your own birthday present. TSM.

Friending your little’s boyfriend on Facebook before meeting him so that he knows you’re watching him. TSM.

The unspoken competition of who has the best wedding-themed Pinterest board. TSM.

I’m a business major so I can prepare for my future…marrying a businessman. TSM.

I don’t wait for professors to cancel class, I take the liberty of doing so myself. TSM.

What’s the difference between God and Obama? God doesn’t think he’s Obama. TSM.

My life is a constant battle between my love of baking and not wanting to get fat. TSM.