Making sure to look your absolute best the day you end it with him, so he’ll always remember exactly what he’s missing. TSM.

“I’m not a bitch, I’m THE bitch.” TSM.

Saturday night personality with a Sunday morning heart. TSM.

Accidentally inserting a hair flip into your public speaking presentation. TSM.

Whatever, I’m prettier than her. TSM.

Claiming to have gotten strictly genetic traits from your big. TSM.

“Does this outfit make me look frat?” TSM.

Saturday night being both the reason you can’t and the reason you must go to church on Sunday. TSM.