My big tells me I’m pretty. TSM.

“Is it weird I sort of pride myself on how crazy I am?” TSTC.

I’m a sucker for seersucker. TSM.

The booty pic is an art form. Call me Michelangelo. TSM.

The Real House Moms of Greek Row. TSM.

Anything you can do, I can pay someone to do better. TSM.

I craft, because I care. TSM.

Strategically placing emojis in your snaps. TSM.

Queen of the Jungle Juice. TSM.

Trusting your blackout self to do the things your sober self won’t. TSM.