Being on a first-name basis with the late night staff at Jo-Ann’s. TSM.

Keeping your heart and your Starbucks on ice. TSM.

Being the senior everyone comes to when they’re sent to standards, because you have the most experience. TSM.

Canceling a date because you don’t feel like shaving your legs. TSM.

A majority of your contacts having letters next to their names. TSM.

My cleavage should count as community service. TSM.

Drunkenly eating a strangers Girl Scout cookies, because it’s your philanthropy. TSM.

Only talking to him come formal season. TSM.

Slept over so I’d be his valentine by default. Sucker. TSM.

A perfect little comes from a perfect big. TSM.