Still playing hard to get after you’ve been dating for a year and a half. TSM.

Putting on a stronger southern accent when you need someone to do something for you. TSM.

Perfecting the “Nap and Rally” on game days. TSM.

Making sure my big takes her birth control so I don’t have to share her with an actual baby. TSM.

From the outside looking in, you can’t understand it. From the inside looking out, you can’t explain it. TSM.

Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to get drunk enough to make y’all seem interesting. TSM.

Faux drunk texting. TSM.

5 nights of Holloween, 5 different group costumes. TSM.

The brighter his shorts, the higher the chance he’s taking me home later. TSM.

No dull moments or dull men tolerated. TSM.

Skipping my cousin’s wedding to go to the Red River Shootout. TSM.

For you, October revolves around running 5K’s, wearing an obnoxious amount of pink, and handing out ribbons. For me, those are year-round things. TSM.

Realizing who will be there through thin and thinner, because we will never get thick. TSM.

Imagining next weekend’s pictures in your head. TSM.

Not being able to look away from your freshly painted nails. TSM.

The understanding yet sympathetic inquiry, “Oh, group project?” from sisters when they see you in the library with GDIs. TSM.

Professor told us we have a test Friday. Did I give him the bitch stare? Yes. Still going DT Thursday? Absolutely. TSM.

Custom ordered my halloween costume from France. TSM.

Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world. TSM.

If alcohol and caffeine were vitamins or minerals, I would be the healthiest person alive. TSM.