Feeling more nervous to submit your little list than you are to turn in a midterm paper. TSM.
Feeling more nervous to submit your little list than you are to turn in a midterm paper. TSM.
Having to begin every story about the night before with “So apparently…” TSM.
Everyone knowing you got the big you wanted based off the volume of your scream. TSM.
The anxiety you get when you’re waiting to become a big. TSM.
“Oh my God, same.” TSM.
The number of times I’ve used a guy because his bed was closer than mine is both epic and appalling. TSM.
Sisterhood is forever. So is mod podge. TSM.
Not being excited about your birthday because 20 is a stupid age. TSM.
Waiting until the night before to study for an exam, but starting on a formal cooler two months in advance. TSM.