Stalking your little back to the day she joined Facebook. TSTC.

“You look expensive.” TSM.

Having to start every party story with “I don’t actually remember any of this, but apparently…” TSM.

Pregaming the alcohol awareness seminar. TSM.

Sitting pretty in suntan city. TSM.

Knowing it’s getting serious when you’re upgraded from shacker shirt to shacker sweatshirt. TSM.

“Whatever. She only gets 25 likes on her Insta posts.” TSM.

I totally want the (Ph)D. TSM.

Sorry, I’m late. I was procraftinating. TSM.