It’s not resting bitch face. It’s a bonafide dirty look. TSM.

No time for fuckboys. Plenty of time to fuck boys. TSTC.

“Why were we that drunk on a Monday?” TSM.

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

Memorizing your credit card number way before you memorize any of your notes, because you online shop far more often than you study. TSM.

Moms’ Weekend turning your crazy, semi-alcoholic friends into wholesome girls you don’t even recognize. TSM.

Last one to get ready. First one to get drunk. TSM.

Dressing like you’re in a sorority. Drinking like you’re in a fraternity. TSM.

Having the body of a trophy wife and the brains of a surgeon. TSM.

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