The collective sarcastic “yay” at chapter when our president announces a new chapter on campus. TSM.

I feel really bad for everyone who isn’t dating me. TSM.

Considering a pair of five-inch sparkly heels a good investment. TSM.

The post-Spring Break moment when you are a shade darker than your make up. TSM.

The only reason to get a pledge’s number is to use him as a DD. TSM.

Never having to ask “why didn’t he didn’t text me back?” TSM.

Every girl before me was a mistake, and every girl after me will be a downgrade. TSM.