Having glitter permanently embedded into your carpet. TSM.

The “is everyone alive?” group text every Saturday morning. TSM.

Can I add “TSM Famous” to my résumé? TSM.

The freshmen begging you to go out with them, because you’re an icon. TSM.

Drunk enough to make wildly embarrassing decisions. Not drunk enough to forget them. TSM.

I just want him to text me so I can ignore him. TSM.

Making your roommates sit at the opposite end of the bar when you have a blind date. TSM.

I like my coffee as black as my heart. TSM.