Floating on a pool doughnut, because you can’t eat real doughnuts. TSM.

Your Starbucks account being connected to your dad’s PayPal account. TSM.

Friday’s face made possible by Thursday night’s makeup. TSM.

The majority of your back-to-school supplies consisting of clothes and makeup. TSM.

Bid Day being the second best holiday of the year. Your birthday being the first. TSM.

Resting bitch face runs in my family. TSM.

Sprinkles are the glitter of the baking world. TSM.

“I hate him. I miss him. Let’s get drunk so I can call him.” TSM.

He’s number three on my Snapchat but number one in my heart. TSM.

Voting the slate down because of one bitch. TSTC.