The only clubs I go to are country clubs. TSM.

Having a week’s worth of Instagram posts planned out because your graduation pictures were so perfect. TSM.

Your family being able to spot you at graduation just by the bow on your cap. TSM.

Don’t cry because it’s over. Cry because you were too drunk to remember it. TSM.

Considering putting on real clothes to be act of community service. TSM.

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.

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