Waking up in last night’s clothes and being both impressed with your outfit selection and disappointed that nobody took it off you. TSM.

Consistently crossing lines, but always with grace. TSM.

Making your favorite brunch establishment regret their bottomless mimosas deal. TSM.

You want a girl who bakes and cleans? Cool. I’ll be chugging wine and hooking up with a guy who actually likes to have fun. TSM.

“I don’t want to hook up with him, but I still want him to want to hook up with me.” TSM.

Taking things to the next level by giving him your Snapchat name. TSM.

Unintentional shack shirt themed brunches. TSM.

Forming a “Greek Row” in lecture. TSM.

No matter the letter, we drink together. TSM.

Standards giving up on even trying to punish you. TSM.

Stalking a fraternity on Facebook before mixing with them. TSM.

A pledge holding your hair back in the bathroom after you puked on his Sperrys. TSM.

Being on a first name basis with the baristas at Starbucks. TSM.

The instantaneous “Marry me” from a boy the first time he tastes your cooking. TSM.

Finally changing your rush crush’s iPhone contact to “Little” with a bow emoji. TSM.

Moscato Mondays. TSM.

Taking yoga, so you’ll be better in bed. TSM.

“We always get the best. That’s just the way it is.” TSM.

Your little having to take care of you, because you’re belligerently more drunk than she is at every function. TSM.

Blacking out after saying, “I think I’m just going to stay in tonight.” TSM.