In elementary school, I always put my boyfriend’s lunchables together for him. TSM.
In elementary school, I always put my boyfriend’s lunchables together for him. TSM.
“Shit, where did he throw my norts?” TSM.
No Tramp Stamp. TSM.
Stopping by the Srat Castle to pop a Xanax & change into leggings before hitting the library. TSM.
Who I take to bed is like how southern schools handle snow days: 3-5 inches and it’s not happening. TSM.
There is no escaping the Freshman 15. I now weigh 105 lbs. TSM.
Blonde hair and blue eyes. TSM.
Drunk bitch sesh with a sister about the ninjas in our chapter. TSM.
Dropped my biology class because I didn’t get cell service in the classroom. TSM.
Debating whether to love Taylor Swift for her contributons to my iTunes or hate her for being a geed and hating girls like me. TSM.
I’d give Snooki a bid just so I’m not the most tragic person at Formal. TSM.
Watching Sarah Palin’s Alaska while running on the treadmill. TSM.
Winning a Lilly print. TSM.
Counting my paychecks in terms of Lilly dresses. TSM.
My only weakness is a handsome man in uniform. TSM.
Kim Kardashian crying over losing a $76,000 earring in Bora Bora. TSM.
Trying not to judge your HS friend because at her school she joined what is known as the “fat girl chapter” at your school. TSM.
You’re right GDI. Leggings aren’t pants…if you’re fat. TSM.
I’m getting sick of randoms telling me how pretty I am… Yes geed, I’m prettier than you. Deal. TSM.
A frat swoop and a hat on backwards. I’m like can you take me to another room already? TSM.