“Don’t tell anyone” doesn’t apply to my big or little. TSM.

Planning your Instagram posts in advance. TSM.

Feeling like high school you would be terrified of the new and improved college you. TSM.

“Is it weird I sort of pride myself on how crazy I am?” TSTC.

The booty pic is an art form. Call me Michelangelo. TSM.

I craft, because I care. TSM.

Queen of the Jungle Juice. TSM.

Trusting your blackout self to do the things your sober self won’t. TSM.

Don’t judge me by my past. And by “my past,” I mean 12 hours ago. TSM.

Writing an eight-page term paper about “Legally Blonde.” TSM.