Our drinks are strong but our values are stronger. TSM.

Corrupting your Little. TSM.

We don’t have to like each other but we can pretend. TSM.

Why do I worry about organizing my closet? Because it’s every girl’s longest lasting relationship. TSM.

Judging girls by the letters on their shack shirts. TSM.

Daddy and I have a strict don’t ask don’t tell policy. He doesn’t ask me what I spent his money on, I don’t tell him how much I spent. TSM.

“She is so her Big’s Little.” TSM.

Boats and Hoes? NS. Totes and Bows! TSM.

Wearing a white dress to church Sunday morning to make yourself feel better about the decisions you made Saturday night. TSM.

Yes, I have a drunk alter-ego. Yes, she is a shit-show. And no, I will not take any responsibility for what she does. TSM.

My biggest struggle in life is needing more hangers and a bigger closet. TSM.

Just because you ‘Disabled Comments’ doesn’t mean I can’t judge you. TSM.

Constantly singing the wrong words to songs after using them for skit. TSM.

My fratdaddy and I have to rewatch all our shows because we were too busy the first time around. TSM.

Not having to worry about which direction the stripes on my dress go. TSM.

The only thing Ke$ha and I have in common is our love for glitter and alcohol. But I’m going to her concert anyway. TSM.

“And glitter…soooo much glitter.” TSM.

Emailing Daddy a link to a pair of shoes you want and receiving the order confirmation email as a reply. TSM.

It’s my birthday and I’ll black out if I want to. TSM.

Adderall – keeps you full, keeps you focused. TSM.