Knowing your way around the liquor store better than the grocery store. TSM.

Living vicariously through your littles after graduation. TSM.

Having the same Starbucks order as your big. TSM.

Feeling a sense of pride when people call you crazy for wearing heels in the snow. TSM.

Waiting to snap him back until you’re in good lighting. TSM.

It’s a plandid. A planned candid. TSM.

Using your Starbucks Gold Card as a second form of ID. TSM.

Drinking like you should have a beer belly, but not having a belly. TSM.

“If you’re in a sorority, why aren’t you tan?” TSM.

Wine being your fruit serving of the day. TSM.

Deleting drunk texts while you’re still drunk cancels them out, right? TSM.

Finding yourself humming your chants throughout the day. TSM.

Finding glitter in your fridge. TSM.

Wanting to hate your biological sister’s big but not being able to because she’s perfect. #eyeroll TSM.

“Do we hate her?” TSM.

Asking your group text for permission before following your hot TA on Instagram. TSM.

Changing your nails and hairstyle for 2016 so you don’t have to change a damn thing about your personality. TSM.

You, your little, and your g-little being sweetheart for the same fraternity three years in a row. TSM.

I’ve got the body of a 19-year-old and the ID of a 26-year-old. TSM.

High tolerance for his alcohol. Low tolerance for his bullshit. TSM.