“He’s my boyfriend. He just doesn’t know it yet.” TSM.
“He’s my boyfriend. He just doesn’t know it yet.” TSM.
Having to begin every story about the night before with “So apparently…” TSM.
Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably. TSM.
Smirking to stop yourself from saying something bitchy. TSM.
Can’t I just be a cuddlepiece with t-shirt privileges? TSM.
Elle Woods would’ve proven Casey Anthony was guilty. TSM.
“Last Friday Night” by Katy Perry. TSM.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, make him rich and make him tall. TSM.
There needs to be a Facebook Family option for ‘Big’ and ‘Little.’ 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.