Where are my keys? Phone? Dignity? Whatever, best two out of three. TSM.

Instagram post or it didn’t happen. TSM.

I like my coffee as ice cold as my heart. TSM.

As I walk through the valley in the shadow of the frat house, I will fear no standards, for my vodka and whiskey they comfort me. TSM.

Braving the elements to get wine. TSM.

“Do you have any hot friends?”
“All my friends are hot.” TSM.

Preferring pre-law boys to pre-med boys, because it’s less schooling and more First Lady potential. TSM.

Casually dropping your artistic abilities into conversation during formal season. TSM.