Spending half an hour stalking your own social media because you just find yourself that hilarious. TSTC.
Spending half an hour stalking your own social media because you just find yourself that hilarious. TSTC.
Looking around the room for subtle clues as to what the hell happened last night. TSM.
“Of course I’ve never hooked up with him sober. What is he, my husband?” TSM.
Floating on a pool doughnut, because you can’t eat real doughnuts. TSM.
Your Starbucks account being connected to your dad’s PayPal account. TSM.
Friday’s face made possible by Thursday night’s makeup. TSM.
The majority of your back-to-school supplies consisting of clothes and makeup. TSM.
Resting bitch face runs in my family. TSM.
Sprinkles are the glitter of the baking world. TSM.
Knowing you’ll give in, but making him beg anyway. TSM.