Knowing more about the new fall line than the employees in the store. TSM.

The Bachelorette doing a “test drive” via overnights before choosing a guy for good. TSM.

“You smell like a tanning salon.” TSM.

It’s all fun and games until he screenshots a topless snapchat. TSM.

Abby Lee Miller following you on Twitter after you call her sassy. TSM.

Being your own thinspo. TSM.

Freaking out when you realize you didn’t automatically friendzone a guy. TSM.

Boy-proofing your room before you leave the house for the night. TSM.

The best part of your night being recapping in the morning. TSM.

Caring more about the size of your closet than the size of your room when looking for a new apartment. TSM.

“I’m not overreacting, right?” TSM.

Instinctively thinking “Bid!” when a little girl shows up to camp wearing pearls and a monogrammed seersucker backpack. TSM.

It must have been love, but I’m sober now. TSM.

Taking shots out of measuring cups when the shot glasses run out. TSM.

Losing your shoes, wallet, and dignity on your 21st, but never losing your tiara. TSM.

Moping around the house in letters, because you miss your sisters so much. TSM.

Even in her old age, your grandmother refusing to put anything but Salvatore Ferragamo heels on her feet. TSM.

In Greek world, recruitment is the one week a year when you can be totally unpanhellenic and none of the other sororities can say anything else about it. TSM.

Selling his letters back to his house after he breaks up with you. TSM.

Feeling personally offended by the fact that there’s no emoji representing your sorority’s mascot. TSM.