If you’re a slut, I’m a slut. TSTC.

Using the last 1% of your battery to finish your sext. TSM.

The weekend playlist helped me get over my break up in under 24 hrs. That and tequila. TSM.

Your C being as good as everyone else’s A. TFM. Your A’s being as good as everyone else’s C’s. TSM.

Your former risk manager wishing your current risk manager good luck the night you become a g-big. TSM.

Having the perfect ratio of brunettes to blondes in your chapter. TSM.

What doesn’t kill you makes you blonder. TSM.

When a guy asks you what’s going on at his own fraternity this weekend. TSM.

Making it to the 8am tailgate, but not your 8am class. TSM.

Taking “you’re such a stereotypical sorority girl” as a compliment. TSM.

I’m fluent in English, sarcasm, passive aggressiveness, and flirting. TSM.

“Do I have to wear a bra?” TSM.

Changing your phone case to match your outfit. TSM.

Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably. TSM.

When your classmates pay more attention to you than the professor. TSM.

When your semester goals include hooking up with the hottest TA and getting an A, in that order. TSM.

Keep your friends close and your standards chair closer. TSM.

Living in constant fear of grab a date. TSM.

Taking care of your best friend’s little when she’s abroad. TSM.

Having a closet full of costumes for every theme party possible. TSM.