Knowing who will be on the next executive board six months before elections. TSM.
Knowing who will be on the next executive board six months before elections. TSM.
She who leaves a trail of glitter is never forgotten. TSM.
I’m only liberal with my snapchats. TSM.
Being absolutely devastated when you find a stain on your favorite frat tank. TSM.
Maintaining the company pinterest board. TSM.
I’ve got a frocket, got a frocket full of sunshine, I’ve got a bid and I know it’s all mine. TSM.
Being able to call the first female to sit in both houses of Congress a sister. TSM.
The classic “Where have you been all my life?” to someone you saw three days ago. TSM.
My whole life is one giant pursuit of a new profile picture. TSM.
“But is it cute-ugly or ugly-ugly?” TSM.
Challenging “prove it” when your boyfriend tells you you’re pretty, just to keep him on his toes. TSM.
Being the one to pull out the “no sleepovers after a hookup” rule. TSM.
Your sisters knowing more about what you did at a frat house than you. TSM.
Betsy Ross crafting for America. TSM.
Be a girl with a mind, a bitch with an attitude, and a lady with class. TSM.
Giving work a copy of your recruitment schedule, because you know your priorities, so they should too. TSM.
Coming back from Europe a little darker, a little blonder and with an alcohol tolerance that’s a little higher. TSM.
Drunk eating salad. TSM.
If by “boyfriend” you mean “person who carries my shopping bags,” then sure, you can be my boyfriend. TSM.
Being able to flawlessly drive a manual in 6-inch heels. TSM.