Instantly receiving the “She’s a total downgrade” text, as if you need the reassurance. TSM.

Eye-fucking the hot security guard. TSM.

Using the emergency money your parents gave you on a formal dress, because it’s a fashion emergency. TSM.

Letting him know you’re DTF: down to formal. TSM.

My ashes would turn to glitter, not dust. TSM.

Considering any and all fashion emergencies to be legitimate crises. TSM.

If you don’t have a craft drawer, are you really even in a sorority? TSM.