Sewing your boyfriend’s pants button back on after you aggressively rip it off. TSM.

Beating the guys at their own game — whether it’s beer pong or matters of the heart — every single time. TSM.

Getting more excited about the craft than you are for the event you’re crafting for. TSM.

As I walk through the valley in the shadow of the frat house, I will fear no standards, for my vodka and whiskey they comfort me. TSM.

“Do you have any hot friends?”
“All my friends are hot.” TSM.