Legit excited to break in my new vacuum cleaner. TSM.

If you don’t give me a frocket T, I’m not going to S your D. TSM.

T.G.I.T. TSM.

“Whenever a boy comes over, you should always have something baking.” TSM.

Shacking with as many frat boys as possible. NS. Holding out for a true Fraternity Man. TSM.

Going to class on opening day in my McCann Braves shirt and my pearls. TSM.

Just because we’re Facebook friends doesn’t mean we’re friends. TSM.

You know that one ugly friend that everyone has? Me neither. TSM.

My notes are cuter than your notes. TSM.

Sisters before misters. TSM.

Two girls in my communications class wearing scrunchies. Needless to say, they’re GDIs. TSM.

I may be getting a BA degree, but it’s definitely BS. TSM.

If it’s from their outlet store it doesn’t count. TSM.

It’s not gossip if it’s the truth. TSM.

I feel naked without my phone. TSM.

My father owns Sperry’s older than I am. TSM.

“People you may know” on Facebook should be “People I chose not to know.” TSM.

Borrowing back your own clothes. TSM.

Retail therapy, for no reason other than the fact that it’s raining. TSM.

Shopping for new tailgate dresses in March. TSM.