Open books, not legs. Blow minds, not guys. TSM.
Open books, not legs. Blow minds, not guys. TSM.
The Christmas tree isn’t the only thing getting lit this holiday season. TSM.
The sole purpose of my father’s natural gas wells in Wyoming are to underwrite my ability to purchase and show six figure horses. TSM.
I refuse to carry Coach, or fly it. TSM.
My mom just informed me she’s voted 20 times for Bristol Palin to win; 5 on her iPhone, 5 in a text, 5 on a landline and 5 on her iPad. TSM.
I got hungry, so I went on a run. TSM.
Made my date hold my purse all night and then my hair. TSM.
The first thing I look at is a guy’s shoes. TSM.
If I want my house to smell like cookies, I bake cookies. I don’t light a candle. TSM.
My favorite thing about the Super Bowl is that once it’s over, so is the football season. TSM.
No GDI I dont have a weird obsession with owls, its just something you will never understand. TSM.
Making a senior fratstar do the walk of shame from the freshman dorms. TSM.
Your fratdaddy knowing that he can laugh at misogynistic TFMs all day, but if he ever treated you unkindly, he’d be ironing his own shirts and making his own sandwiches in a heartbeat. TSM.
My parents aren’t divorced. TSM.
Making it mandatory for all my sisters to vote for the new Sorority Lilly Pulitzer pattern. TSM.
Baking deserts for the University’s D1 pitcher before the team’s out of town series this weekend. Packing a bag of sunflower seeds instead of a can of dip because he better have perfect teeth for our engagement pictures. TSM.
I’m totes over the whole Lilly Print Vote thing for myself, but I love the idea of denying other sororities, so I’ll keep voting. TSM.
I shall call her Little and she shall be mine and she shall be my Little. TSM.
Secretly hoping Rep. Bachmann doesn’t get the nomination, because the first female president should totes be Panhellenic. TSM.
Where the hell do all these bruises come from?! TSM.