I deserve an award, not a J-board. TSM.

Having girl crushes on your alumnae. TSM.

Looking for the Ronald to your Nancy. TSM.

Winning the Derby Days dance contest with a lap dance. TSM.

Creating an alternate name for your blacked-out persona. TSM.

We don’t follow trends, we set them. TSM.

Attending every single event your final semester because it’s the last chance you have to go. TSM.

Girls who don’t wear panties can’t get them in a bunch. TSM.

Dressing up more to visit his chapter than for your own chapter. TSM.

“Lilly was a rule breaker. We love that.” TSM.

Neither vodka nor Diet Coke will ever break your heart. TSM.

Venti passion tea and vodka TSM.

Working out to make other girls jealous at the gym. TSM.

Drinking with your little turning into a “Who loves who more?” contest. TSM.

“Anything is possible with sunshine and a little pink.” -Lilly Pulitzer. TSM.

Being a bitch to me will get you nowhere, except out of my wedding party. TSM.

Your formal tank top and Facebook pictures being the only indication you actually attended formal. TSM.

Being recognized by your amazing cooler at formal. TSM.

His fraternity brothers collectively agreeing that you’re the favorite among all of the girlfriends. TSM.

Feeling defeated when you accidentally repeat an outfit. TSM.