Waking up next to Taco Bell and feeling way more ashamed than if it had been a guy. TSM.

Give me wine or give me *death.

*vodka. TSM.

Never showing up empty-handed, whether that’s Starbucks at 2, or wine at 9. TSM.

I thrive on compliments and wine. TSM.

Stalking a hookup’s older hotter brother on Facebook while wearing his shirt. TSM.

Shacking, but just because you’re a collector. TSM.

T-shirt or it didn’t happen. TSM.