Shopping for the little you don’t even have yet. TSM.

“Fuck it. It’s period week.” TSM.

Always having a back-up plan, but never being one. TSM.

Loubs are red, Tiffany’s is blue, Starbucks is hot, and so are you. TSM.

It’s not resting bitch face. It’s a bonafide dirty look. TSM.

Being the senior that they both fear and aspire to be. TSM.

No time for fuckboys. Plenty of time to fuck boys. TSTC.

I make shit show look good. TSM.

Getting the entire bar to sing “Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue” to your boyfriend when he gets home from Afghanistan. TSM.