I have so many regrets and six of them are pieces of pizza. TSM.
I have so many regrets and six of them are pieces of pizza. TSM.
“I woke up with 6 new phone numbers and a tramp stamp.” TSM.
Deciding which fraternities you are going to spend most of your senior year at based on their pledge class photos. TSM.
Only knowing what day it is because of what day of birth control you’re on. TSM.
Not knowing what fear was until nationals personally called you. TSM.
I’d love to see the girl who has the balls to drag me to standards. TSM.
Adding daily red wine into your new diet, you know, for the antioxidants. TSM.
I blocked his number, I blocked him on Twitter and Snapchat, so I guess you could say it’s pretty serious. Seriously over. TSTC.
Insisting your life will not be complete until you have a little. TSM.
I would rather tell a guy she’s puking in the bar bathroom than confess that she’s pooping. TSM.
Being elected risk chair solely because you are the biggest risk. TSM.
Thank you period fairy for saving me from any drunk hookups this weekend. TSM.
When another sorority’s Standards has you on their list. TSTC.
Writing “not going” in your planner on the dates of something not mandatory. TSM.
Advising my roommates to bring their hookups to our house because it saves me gas. TSM.
Who needs a boyfriend when you have your body pillow and a vibrator? TSM.
Selling your clothes to pay for alcohol. TSM.
Surviving off vodka, coffee, and attention. TSM.
Being Standards Chair but also most likely to be sent to standards. TSM.
Crafts are all fun and games until you have to clean up the mess. TSM.