My little and I have matching everything, even prescriptions! TSM.

Skipping chapter for happy hour. TSTC.

“I’m DYING to know how your date is going. Are you in love? Text me deets from the bathroom. Or don’t. Sorry. Love you. But text me.” #TSM

When you say “Casual drinking,” I assume you mean “Don’t black out before we leave the house.” TSM.

You can absolutely turn a ho into a housewife. I’ve seen it countless times. TSM.

Shotgunning your Starbucks espresso by day, and whatever you can get your hands on by night. TSM.

Your favorite fraternity coming to you for theme suggestions. TSM.

Bid Day: NFL Draft for sorority girls. TSM.

Your boyfriend opting to wear a blazer the moment he sees your outfit for the night, because he knows he’ll need to lend you a jacket later. TSM.

The three-hour discussion about potential dates the minute a function is announced. TSM.

Realizing you invited 50 people to a dinner of “just close girlfriends.” TSM.

Not trusting your t-shirt chair until you follow her on Pinterest. TSM.

“I wonder what it’s like to not be us.” TSM.

Hooking up with a fraternity’s president as a pledge. TSM.

Not trusting anyone who doesn’t like the Sperry Top-Sider playlist on Spotify. TSM.

Everyone checking Tinder before a service event. TSM.

Having an ex in every (top tier) fraternity by junior year. TSM.

Having to remind him to stop kissing you in public, because he’s just your drunken hookup. TSM.

Having the ability to identify someone’s fraternity by a single Facebook photo. TSM.

I’m not exactly positive what my natural hair color is. TSM.