Drunk enough to make wildly embarrassing decisions. Not drunk enough to forget them. TSM.

Blacking out is God’s way of saying, “Don’t worry about it.” TSM.

Controlling his zipper and his wallet. TSM.

I just want him to text me so I can ignore him. TSM.

Dressing like you’re in a sorority. Drinking like you’re in a fraternity. TSM.

Agreeing with people when they say you look good. TSM.

Red lips, black soul. TSM.

I’m really good at making bad decisions. TSM.