Mr. Big has nothing on my fratdaddy. TSM.

The cup behind the back pose. TSM.

Getting a text from dad during meeting saying, “just diversified your portfolio.” TSM.

No idea where GDIs get all their t-shirts. TSM.

Referring to guys you met the night before by what color polo they were wearing. TSM.

Going through separation anxiety when I can’t find my iPhone. TSM.

I love Girl Scout cookies. I hate Girl Scout cookies. TSM.

I consider babysitting to be my internship. TSM.

Adding ‘zies’ to the end of words counts as abbrevs. TSM.

Ew, Jello tastes gross without vodka. TSM.

Putting a koozie on my Slim Fast. TSM.

She’s a good girl, loves her mama. Loves Jesus and America too. TSM.

Drinking margaritas while doing a Rehabilitation Counseling final online. TSM.

Monogram responsibly. TSM.

Soffe shorts are just as bad a cargo shorts. TSM.

Using my sweet southern charm to get out of an MIP. TSM.

My fish lives in a gallon wine bottle. TSM.

Ten text messages from different guys asking what bar I am going to. TSM.

Looking for your phone for ten minutes until you realize it’s in your bra. TSM.

Having a kitchen sink full of paintbrushes rather than dishes. TSM.