The only response to your weekend being “I’ll pray for you.” TSM.

Too busy planning your graduation cap to plan what happens once you toss it in the air. TSM.

TSA checking your bun. TSM.

Blocking standards on Snapchat. TSM.

“I want something more than sex, but I definitely want sex too.” TSM.

Making a statement by wearing all black to your last chapter meeting. TSM.

Having as much holiday cheer as Buddy the Elf. TSM.

Taking standards to standards. TSM.

Having drunken blackmail photos of everyone you know. TSM. Never being able to use them, because they also have drunken blackmail photos of you. TSTC.

Showing people pictures of your little like she’s your baby. TSM.

I’m going to be on the naughty list this year, but you know what? It was worth it. TSM.

Knowing the grip, entrance code, and location of the composite stash for your favorite fraternity. TSM.

Asking him questions you already know the answer to thanks to stalking. TSM.

Standards never bothered me anyway. TSM.

Somewhere between psychotic and iconic. TSM.

The problem with having 150 sisters is that you can only have 3 best friends on Snapchat. TSM.

At least standards can’t get me while I’m at home. TSTC.

Kanye state of mind. All the time. TSM.

Don’t you ever let someone treat you like a yellow Starburst. You are a pink Starburst. TSM.

Bribing yourself with Starbucks as an incentive to wake up early to study for finals. TSM.