“I’m not a bitch, I’m THE bitch.” TSM.

Claiming to have gotten strictly genetic traits from your big. TSM.

Deleting pictures like it never happened. TSM.

I like my lips red, my wine white and my skies blue. TSM.

Having a costume drawer. TSM.

Sisters never let sisters’ selfies go unliked. TSM.

“Can you not?” TSM.

Always matching your bra and underwear, because you never know what’s going to happen. TSM.

Your philanthropy chair bribing you to go to events with vodka. TSM.

“I admire how you can compliment someone and insult them at the same time.” TSM.