The skinny arm being something you have, not something you do. TSM.

I naturally gravitate towards elevated surfaces. TSM.

Being the person with the most control and the fewest contributions to a group project. TSM.

Never wasting a good hair day. TSM.

Introducing yourself as Barbie when he tells you his name is Ken. TSM.

Having completely mixed feelings when your boyfriend tells you to stop getting things monogrammed. TSM.

The post-shack group cuddle/Facebook creep sesh. TSM.