“Pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together.” -Elizabeth Taylor. TSM.

If you don’t understand the Mean Girls reference, you can’t sit with us! TSM.

Meeting someone that you’ve already Facebook creeped on and pretending not to know anything about them. TSM.

Knowing it’s going to be a good story when it starts off with “So this BITCH…” TSM.

You don’t wear pearls to be classy. You are classy, therefore, you wear pearls. TSM.

Yes, I’m single. You’re going to have to be amazing to change that. TSM.

Smelling your water bottles to make sure they’re filled with actual water and not vodka. TSM.

I want to see him just so he can see that I’m ignoring him. TSM.

Saying you’re on your way when you haven’t even left the house yet. TSM.

Being able to spot a Greek woman a mile away, even without her letters on. She has impeccable fashion sense, is in amazing shape, and walks with a confidence that comes with being an individual part of a collective, exclusive whole. TSM.