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

Sometimes, I wonder how all those drunk girls I’ve bonded with in bathrooms are doing. TSM.

That one girl who always disappears at parties. TSM.

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

Don’t you ever let someone treat you like a yellow Starburst. You are a pink Starburst. TSM.

Knowing when “Do you need to go to the bathroom?” really means, emergency conference in the bathroom. TSM.

I tell him he loves me at least once a week. TSM.

Being nicknamed “Waldo,” because no one ever knows where you are Sunday morning. TSTC.

Caring more about what you’re wearing than where you’re going on Halloween. TSM.

Sisterhood of the traveling formal dress. TSM.