The gym is partially for working out, and partially for “research.” TSM.

Holding back laughter when they say “This is going to be a sober event.” TSM.

Not mad about having mono because you dropped 10 pounds. TSM.

High School Cheerleading Captain. College Sorority President. TSM.

I’ll buy anything with a bow on it. TSM.

Crafty in more ways than one. TSM.

Carrie in the closet, Charlotte on the streets, Miranda in the classroom, Samantha in the sheets. TSM.

Clothes before bros. TSM.

Fratslam: the other white meat. TSM.

Sorry if your lecture isn’t as “pinteresting.” TSM.

When I sort my laundry I have three piles: darks, lights, and neons. TSM.

Hand-written thank you note to your Addy dealer during midterms. TSM.

Emergency dinner with the Big and Grandbig to give them the deets on last nights shack. TSM.

Excuse me while I preshen up. TSM.

Make sure you get my shoes in the picture! TSM.

I’m not dramatic, I’m realistic. TSM.

Buying out the fabric roll at Hob Lob so your family print never gets discontinued. TSM.

I don’t want to hook up with him after formal, so I’ll make up for it with a badass cooler. TSM.

Getting initiated on Lilly Pulitzer’s birthday. TSM.

I hope Santa believes in my life motto: “A little bit of naughty is a little bit nice.” TSM.