“Can we pregame that?” TSM.

Always be crafting. TSM.

Using your boyfriend’s fraternity as a recruitment tool. TSM.

Having a list of future Insta captions in your notes. TSM.

Premeditating a drunken hookup. TSM.

Being a Kourtney in a world of Kims. TSM.

Waiting for mod podge to dry is the crafting equivalent to waiting for a boy to text you back. TSM.

Stealing t-shirts and WiFi passwords. TSM.

Making a shower cocktail, because there’s no time waste, only time to be wasted. TSM.

The drunk pictures after a night out are the highlight of my hangover ridden morning. TSM.

Stalking PNMs the second they graduate high school. TSM.

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

The only clubs I go to are country clubs. TSM.

Ordering sorority stoles, because there’s no way you’re not wearing your letters to graduation. TSM.

Getting voted most likely to wake up at a frat house on Sunday morning. TSM.

Give me wine or give me *death.

*vodka. TSM.

Your most recent searches on Instagram being all of the Kardashians. TSM.

You know you’re a mess when your phone autocorrects drunk to drunj. TSTC.

Always being there when a sister “can’t find anyone to take this shot with.” TSM.

“This is the best bra for doing body shots.” TSM.