Just found bottles of wine hidden around my house. Not sure if this is a grownup Easter egg hunt during Christmas or if past me was a genius. TSM.

Singing very aggressively to Blank Space for someone who has a nonexistent list of ex-lovers. TSM.

Feeling no guilt using your sorority’s Netflix account while you’re home because, like, seven cents of your dues pays for it every month. TSM.

I can make the good guys bad for a weekend. TSM.

I’m not afraid of standards. Standards is afraid of me. TSM.

It wasn’t my fault. There was an open bar. TSM.

Even the mom of your crew being “the drunk friend” at home. TSM.

“I like my money where I can see it — hanging in my closet.” -Carrie Bradshaw. TSM.