Every time I see the “Geek” section on Pinterest, I think it says “Greek” for a split-second and get really excited. TSM.

Wishing that the texts on the iPhone showed up in pink bubbles. TSM.

Not wanting to go to the gym because my hair looks really good, but also wanting to go to the gym because my hair looks really good. TSM.

Identifying each of your sisters by the color of their Longchamp. TSM.

People know my name before they ever meet me. TSM.

Carrie in the closet, Charlotte on the streets, Miranda in the classroom, Samantha in the sheets. TSM.

Excuse me while I preshen up. TSM.

If you don’t have at least 10 pillows on your bed, I seriously don’t understand how you sleep at night. TSM.

Smelling your water bottles to make sure they’re filled with actual water and not vodka. TSM.

Whatevs, we’re still prettier. TSM.