Dress to the nines. Sparkle like a ten. TSM.

Dressing up as “shit show” Barbie for a social. TSM.

Instantly finding him more attractive in his letters. TSM.

Having glitter permanently embedded into your carpet. TSM.

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

Saturday nights are for renewing my subscriptions to standards hearings. TSTC.

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

Getting “yell at the bouncer for not accepting your Panera card as an acceptable form of photo ID” drunk. TSM.