Your friend texting you about your unhealthy crafting obsession as you’re walking into Michael’s. TSM.

Your phone autocorrecting “frap” to “frat.” TSM.

Crafting with alcohol bottles so you have an excuse to drink. TSM.

Talking to every guy at the bar except the one you like, just to prove a point. TSM.

It’s only slutty if he’s ugly. TSM.