Waking up next to Taco Bell and feeling way more ashamed than if it had been a guy. TSM.

Ordering sorority stoles, because there’s no way you’re not wearing your letters to graduation. TSM.

You know you’re a mess when your phone autocorrects drunk to drunj. TSTC.

“This is the best bra for doing body shots.” TSM.

Mentally undressing every guy you see in cargo shorts, and not because you think he’s hot. TSM.