Singing very aggressively to Blank Space for someone who has a nonexistent list of ex-lovers. TSM.

I can make the good guys bad for a weekend. TSM.

It wasn’t my fault. There was an open bar. TSM.

“I like my money where I can see it — hanging in my closet.” -Carrie Bradshaw. TSM.

“I have stories for you.” TSM.

Not worrying that you’ll freeze in your dress, because you’ll be drunk. TSM.

Matching with all his brothers on Tinder. TSM.

Putting a sticker in your planner so you know it’s real. TSM.

Dashing through the snow with a bottle of merlot. TSM.