Life, liberty, and the pursuit of sassiness. TSM.

“We can’t stop, and we won’t stop.” TSM.

All tasks seeming possible after serving as chapter president. TSM.

Downloading the monogramming font to your Mac. TSM.

Not recognizing your hookup when you see him on campus for the first time, because he’s sober. TSM.

Being one of the only ones to get your niece to fall asleep by singing her recruitment songs. TSM.

Buying Hobby Lobby out of paddles. TSM.

Getting paid to pin wedding ideas. TSM.

Waking up at 6AM to take a “midnight” shot for your little’s 21st when you’re abroad. TSM.

Signing your notes to Daddy with “Love, your princess.” TSM.

Leaving a trail of red, white, and blue glitter in your boyfriend’s fraternity house after your ‘Merica-themed date party. TSM.

It’s a thing. TSM.

If you can’t handle me at my Nicki Minaj, you don’t deserve me at my Beyonce. TSM.

Comparing Desiree’s two-on-one date with the nightmare of two-on-one in recruitment. TSM.

Red hair, blue eyes, white pearls. TSM.

Wendy Davis. TSM.

Your sorority’s national president following you on Twitter. TSM.

The bittersweetness of crafting for your future g-little. TSM.

Spandex is a privilege, not a right. TSM.

“She’s cold and she’s cruel, but she knows what she’s doing.” TSM.