*Buys new planner in hopes of getting life together.* TSM.
*Buys new planner in hopes of getting life together.* TSM.
Picking out boys at the bar like puppies. “That one’s cute. I’ll take him home.” TSM.
Never just having *A* drink. TSM.
Looking cute any time you might be in someone’s Snapchat story that he might see. TSM.
Never mix vodka and emotions. TSM.
Bad dates are just recruitment practice. TSM.
Feeling pride in your ability to outdrink a guy. TSM.
Leaving early from class to get your nails done. TSM.
Not remembering your own graduation party, but hearing that it was a good time. TSM.
“Been there, done that, got the shack shirt.” TSM.
Please Excuse My Drunk Ass Sister. TSM.
“How did you guys meet?”
“Alcohol and the Greek System.” TSM.
I know it’s only our first date, but what color should we paint the kitchen at our house in the Hamptons? TSM.
If you don’t remember eating it, the calories don’t count. TSM.
Roses < Rosé. TSM.
Being late to a party in your own home. TSTC.
Winter, Spring, Summer, Pledge Season. TSM.
“Three words. Twelve letters. Say it and I’m yours.”
“I brought wine.” TSM.
You can tell when you joined your sorority by seeing when your Instagram likes doubled. TSM.
“Let’s get so drunk we forget how to speak English.” TSM.