I consider myself more of a “fourth-year freshman” than a senior. TSM.
I consider myself more of a “fourth-year freshman” than a senior. TSM.
“He never officially asked me to be his wife, but he never asked me to not be his wife either, so things are going pretty well.” TSM.
Refusing to wear open-toed shoes without a perfect pedicure. TSM.
Waking up from a blackout with a boyfriend. TSM.
Love the wine you drink. Drink the wine you love. TSM.
Writing a paper on alcohol-induced blackouts, because you have experienced more of those than the class lectures. TSM.
Toasting shots “to sisterhood.” TSM.
Skipping class because you ran out of K-cups. TSM.
Having a love/hate relationship with your exec position. TSM.
Stressing out about how to decorate your cap for graduation. TSM.