If you have perfected the sorority recruitment face, you can have anything you want. TSM.

Sending screenshots of TSMs to sisters because retweeting the best ones would result in an email from standards. TSM.

I’m not an alcoholic. I’m just a girl who loves a good time and wine. TSM.

Needing to know whether or not there will be alcohol before you accept an invitation somewhere. TSM.

“Women are for friendship. Men are for fucking.” -Samantha Jones. TSM.

Ariel knowing she has everything, but still wanting more. TSM.

Underclassmen being more worried to have a “chat” with me come senior year, than they are being called into standards. TSM.

I’d wife him so hard. TSM.

Having a sisterhood of the traveling little black dress. TSM.

“I like to think of it as kissing with extras.” -Charlotte York. TSM.

Your baby fever severely conflicting with your commitment issues. TSM.

Being excited to live on Greek Row because the walk won’t be so far in the morning. TSM.

Being called to standards as an alum. TSM.

Silently judging people based on how many birthday wishes they get on Facebook. TSM.

Using Lulu as a low-key revenge on an ex-boyfriend. TSM.

Wishing your boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend would rush just so you could blacklist her. TSM.

Only buying bottles with cute labels because you plan on crafting with them once they’re empty. TSM.

Being over summer break one week in. TSM.

Stalking your little more than any boy. TSM.

If you haven’t seen me naked, are we really even friends? TSM.