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

Getting the entire bar to sing “Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue” to your boyfriend when he gets home from Afghanistan. TSM.

When your standard weekend routine includes writing apologies in an event you’ve called “Sorry Letter Sunday.” TSM.

I shaved my legs for this. It better be worth it. TSM.

“But then I found out he was a democrat, so I ended it.” TSM.