Seeing anything and everything as a potential craft. TSM.

Actually, I don’t use “Daddy’s credit card.” I use my own. Daddy just pays it off. TSM.

Waking up early and heading straight downstairs to swap stories from last night. TSM.

Liking your sister’s picture before it even loads. TSM.

Talking about the recent graduates like they died, because you know a part of them did. TSM.

Wearing letters during a class presentation for recruitment purposes. TSM.

Kinda going to miss freshman year, because I knew none of my hookups were younger than I am. TSM.

Topless beaches and bottomless mimosas. TSTC.