That hug you give a sister when you have a secret to tell. TSM.

Anyone who doesn’t wish me a happy birthday is dead to me. TSM.

Deleting a status if too few people like it. TSM.

Being able to swap recipes with his mother, and talk politics with his father. TSM.

If you have nothing nice to say, come talk to me. TSM.

You’re right GDI, I’m not a princess. I’m an heiress. TSM.

Going to a 5 A.M. spin class, showering, then crawling back into bed with my fratdaddy while he thinks my perfect body is effortless. TSM.

Getting my MBA because the degree will look nice on the wall I decorate when I marry my fratdaddy. TSM.

My closet puts Carrie Bradshaw’s to shame. TSM.

The only place I curse is in bed. TSM.