Sewing your boyfriend’s pants button back on after you aggressively rip it off. TSM.

Getting more excited about the craft than you are for the event you’re crafting for. TSM.

I like my coffee as ice cold as my heart. TSM.

As I walk through the valley in the shadow of the frat house, I will fear no standards, for my vodka and whiskey they comfort me. TSM.

Remembering the night by what you wore, not what you did. TSM.

Last one to get ready. First one to get drunk. TSM.

Preferring pre-law boys to pre-med boys, because it’s less schooling and more First Lady potential. TSM.

Knowing when your boyfriend’s formal is before he does. TSM.

Stopping at Starbucks on your walk of shame. TSM.

Having two dresser drawers dedicated to sorority shirts. TSM.