“Who do you know here?” TSM.

Touching up Saturday night’s makeup for Sunday morning church. TSM.

Having a really complicated Starbucks order and feeling absolutely no shame.TSM.

“So I did a thing…” TSM.

I’ve been hungover for 100% of my chapter meetings. TSTC.

Having the mutual understanding that whatever is in his closet is shared property. TSM.

Matching your nails to your letters. TSM.

I just want to find a little who can keep up with me and my big. TSM.

Using your preference dress for work because it’s the only modest black dress you own. TSM.

Being recruitment chair runs in the family. TSM.

Knowing your Instagram caption before the event. TSM.

Of course my flask is monogrammed. TSM.

Everyone comes to me for advice on crafting, boys, and calculus. TSM.

I put the fun in functional alcoholic. TSM.

I’m blonde on the inside, ya know? TSM.

Literally being a terrible person to sit next to in the library because you’re too social. TSTC.

I think my Starbucks had more calories than my lunch. TSM.

That “do you think he’s cute” Tinder screenshot from your best friend. TSM.

Playing matchmaker with your boyfriend’s brothers for your semi-formal. TSM.

I don’t always study, but when I do, I have five different colored pens and a glass of Moscato. TSM.