The post-shack group cuddle/Facebook creep sesh. TSM.

Dating a scrub. NS. Dating a man in scrubs. TSM.

Struggling to hold in your laughter during a candle passing when your sister whispers into your ear “I have to fart.” TSTC.

Snapchatting frowny faces during your standards meeting. TSM.

Having one hundred ways to say “Fuck you,” without ever saying “Fuck you.” TSM.

Feeling an extra boost of confidence when your bra and panties are your sorority’s colors. TSM.

The traffic court judge mentioning that you’re extremely likable during your trial. TSM.

I just want to drink wine and…drink wine. TSM.

Not being able to function at a date function. TSM.

I’m celebrating Valenwine’s Day. TSM.