“She’s my sister and I love her, but…” TSM.
“She’s my sister and I love her, but…” 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.
All I want for Christmas is a Tiffany’s bracelet and my period. TSM.
Okay geed, you may think I “bought” my friends but at least I don’t have to take photos of myself in the bathroom just so there’s pictures of me on Facebook. TSM.
Knowing that a sarcastic tone and the word “classy” is the most effective insult. TSM.
There’s a T-shirt for that. TSM.
Hyphenated last names are for GDIs. I’ll be taking my husband’s name. TSM.
Dear standards,
sorry for partying. TSM.
A proper lady never spits. Anything. TSM.
For my birthday last week Fratdaddy bought me a David Yurman ring, a new longchamp tote, Columbia pfg shirt, a monogrammed fishing pole, 4 new colors of nike shorts, and a set of pearl earrings. We have been together for two months last Friday. Oh and we still haven’t had sex. TSM.