Picture perfect…once you toss your hair, hide your drink, and pop your collar bone. TSM.

Fasting on Ash Wednesday because I like the idea of not eating for a day. And, you know, for religious reasons. TSM.

In my defense, I didn’t know he was a pledge until it was too late to back out. TSM.

Having the perfect boyfriend means he knows your ideal cut, color and clarity. TSM.

Taking up an entire row of machines at the gym in our letters. TSM.

Craft city, bitch. TSM.

Making Burnetts look classy. TSM.

Not snobby…selective. TSM.

People still have blackberrys? TSM.

“Why are we the same person?” TSM.