Waking up next to Taco Bell and feeling way more ashamed than if it had been a guy. TSM.
Waking up next to Taco Bell and feeling way more ashamed than if it had been a guy. TSM.
You know you’re a mess when your phone autocorrects drunk to drunj. TSTC.
Mentally undressing every guy you see in cargo shorts, and not because you think he’s hot. TSM.
Never showing up empty-handed, whether that’s Starbucks at 2, or wine at 9. TSM.
Feeling standards’ eyes burning through your soul when she talks about “inappropriate behavior.” TSM.
Don’t cry because it’s over. Cry because you were too drunk to remember it. TSM.
Considering putting on real clothes to be act of community service. TSM.