When your hookup connects with you on LinkedIn. TSM.

When you find photographic proof that you used to practice dancing on tables to Britney Spears when you were 8. TSM.

“Are you staying over there?” “Yeah but he doesn’t know that yet.” #TSTC

Poop is weight leaving the body. TSM.

Being able to pull off wearing Chaco’s to class without looking like a granola-crunching, tree-hugging, Obama-loving lib. TSM.

If you’re not mentioned in Luke Bryan’s “Sorority Girls” then you’re not a real sorority. TSM.

Not having a tattoo. TSM.

Two sets of ear piercings, one for diamonds and one for pearls. TSM.

My sorority was founded before “sorority” was even a word. TSM.

Aspiring to become Elle Woods. TSM.