“Mom you don’t need grandchildren. You have grandlittles!” TSM.
“Mom you don’t need grandchildren. You have grandlittles!” TSM.
Your route on campus depending entirely on what you’re wearing and who you do and do not want to run into. TSM.
Feeling most accomplished when checking things off in your planner. TSM.
When your soul is darker than your mascara. TSM.
Those who say I pay for my friends aren’t even worth my time. TSM.
If you’re not gonna put glitter on it why are you even crafting? TSM.
I need this mascara to be preference night proof. TSM.
When you only have one appropriate picture to put on Facebook from the whole weekend. TSM.
It’s not stalking, it’s research. TSM.
Sunday: “I’m never drinking again.”
Tuesday: “Where’s my alcohol?” TSM.
Throwing out your Brita to make room for alcohol. TSM.
“Can my big come too?” TSM.
Doing a philanthropy event for the photo op. TSM.
Having more themed clothing than actual clothes. TSM.
When getting over your rush crush is harder than getting over a breakup. TSM.
When you haven’t even finished recruitment yet, you have a list of ways to ask someone to formal, and a primed cooler that’s ready to be painted. TSM.
Looking at TSM during chapter. TSM.
Leaving glitter in your hookup’s bed after bid day. TSTC.
“What are you wearing to Bid Day?” “Glitter.” TSM.
Wishing you could Facetune your student ID picture. TSM.