Saturday night being both the reason you can’t and the reason you must go to church on Sunday. TSM.

It’s not a senior event if no one’s drunk. TSM.

“Apparently, he’s afraid of you.” TSM.

Glitter in your wine is basically goldschlager, right? TSM.

Trying to figure out which sorority your favorite TV characters would be in at your school. TSM.

Deleting pictures like it never happened. TSM.

Seeing the world through rose-colored wine. TSM.

Pregaming a first date. TSM.

I like my lips red, my wine white and my skies blue. TSM.

Having a costume drawer. TSM.

Sisters never let sisters’ selfies go unliked. TSM.

“Can you not?” TSM.

Always matching your bra and underwear, because you never know what’s going to happen. TSM.

Your philanthropy chair bribing you to go to events with vodka. TSM.

“I think I’m an Instagram addict.” TSM.

Feeling better about the breakup when you find out he’s actually poor, not just cheap. TSM.

“I admire how you can compliment someone and insult them at the same time.” TSM.

“We have to go out tonight. I did my hair.” TSM.

Life’s problems are like bottles of wine. It’s best if you finish what’s open before starting something new. TSM.

The only reason I’ll ever send someone to standards is if they wear pajama pants in public. TSM.