I make shit show look good. TSM.

People being able to figure out which sorority you’re in because “you have a look about you.” TSM.

Being able to borrow a fake from anyone in your family, because your whole lineage looks alike. TSM.

“Why were we that drunk on a Monday?” TSM.

*Sneaks flask into bar via Marc Jacobs clutch.* TSM.

Getting the entire bar to sing “Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue” to your boyfriend when he gets home from Afghanistan. TSM.

Being that best friend duo that knows everything. TSM.

Drunk texting on the Greek keyboard. TSM.

Being the sister everyone goes to for advice. TSM. Being the sister everyone goes to for advice on a standards hearing. TSTC.

“Tell me everything you know about him.” TSM.