I had a dream last night that “Little” was added to Facebook relationships…then I woke up. TSM.

Knowing your little is being a slut, but defending her anyway. TSM.

Knowing how much more productive you were with Facebook deactivated for recruitment, and not caring. TSM.

Teetering the fine line between sassy and bitchy. TSM.

The night before bid day is like Christmas Eve, but better. TSM.

Never needing to fish for compliments. TSM.