Making sure to wear letters on a day you feel like being nice to people. TSM.

The V-Day countdown for a boyfriend just hit me. TSM.

Deliberately responding “who’s this?” even though you know exactly who it is. TSM.

Mistaking “What’s your number?” for a body count and not your phone number. TSTC.

New year, same bitch. TSM.

I don’t dye my hair or starve myself to stay thin. I don’ t look down upon lower tier sororities. I’m not getting my MRS degree but an MBA instead. I can make a fantastic sandwich, award winning cupcakes and unbutton an Oxford and khakis with one hand. TSM.