Loubs are red, Tiffany’s is blue, Starbucks is hot, and so are you. TSM.

The meanest text you can send is a simple “Haha, do you remember what we talked about last night?” No, I don’t remember, and I certainly don’t want to be reminded. TSM.

I make shit show look good. TSM.

People being able to figure out which sorority you’re in because “you have a look about you.” TSM.

How can you find yourself before you’ve lost yourself? TSM.

Having been at the bars hours before they released the school’s decision to cancel classes. TSM.

Beating the guys at their own game — whether it’s beer pong or matters of the heart — every single time. TSM.

“It ain’t my fault when I walk and jaws drop.” -Miranda Lambert. TSM.