I’m in love with my best guy friend and I’m planning our wedding, he just doesn’t know it yet. TSM.

Little at first sight. TSM.

Passing down my room on the hall to my Little. TSM.

Routinely going out to dinner in groups of 20 or more. TSM.

Knowing what all the GDI’s bathrooms look like thanks to their Facebook pictures. TSM.

Starting the summer with an internship and a new boss, ending it with school credits and a new boyfriend. TSM.

Omg if she’s not my little I’ll die. TSM.

I’m all for feminism or whatever, but I don’t like carrying heavy things. TSM.

Ugh, I’m so stressed out right now. I just need to bake something. TSM.

Skipping my stepsister’s wedding because recruitment is more important. TSM.

I was a cheerleader and valedictorian in high school. TSM.

Talking about my drunken self as if she is another person so nobody judges me. TSM.

His mother being more upset than you are about the break up. TSM.

Bitch stare, don’t care. TSM.

The only “planking” I do is in Pilates. TSM.

Practicing my “I’m super interested in your awful small talk” face for recruitment. TSM.

Wearing a twelve dollar sorority t-shirt with a few thousand dollars worth of jewelry. TSM.

I tweet like I’m famous. TSM.

Spending more time getting ready than at the party. TSM.

I don’t even call it a hangover anymore, It’s just morning. TSM.