Being more attracted to a guy’s wardrobe than you are to his personality. TSM.
Being more attracted to a guy’s wardrobe than you are to his personality. TSM.
So many theme parties, so little time to craft costumes. TSM.
Planning to live with your pledge sister, then finding out she’s your twin. TSM.
Debating if you’re dedicated or just plain absurd when you learn how to use a sanding machine for the sole purpose of perfecting your formal date’s cooler. TSM.
Chanting for your sorority at every event you participate in, even the boring ones, like trivia. TSM.
Feeling a weird sense of pride for a sister the first time she shacks up at a frat house. TSM.
Getting a personalized tweet from your favorite fraternity, wishing you a good time at their date party that night. TSM.
Being tanner on the first day of Spring Break than any GDI on the last. TSM.
Your sorority family’s name being “the MILFs.” TSM.
Letting your mom deal with the monthly credit card talk with your dad, because you went on a shopping spree with her one day out of 30. TSM.
“A little bit of devil in her angel eyes, she’s a little bit of heaven with a wild side.” TSM.
I tried to be a brunette one time. It was awful. TSM.
Being almost as excited about your boyfriend’s big/little reveal as you were about yours. TSM.
Having more of his event t-shirts than he does. TSM.
Getting a follow from your ex-hookup on Instagram being a reminder to kick up the fabulousness of pictures of yourself. TSM.
When you ask your 5-year-old niece what she wants to be when she grows up and she says “a sorority girl.” TSM.
Getting free Ventis from the hot barista. TSM.
Glue gun goddess. TSM.
Having perfected the “You’re tacky and I hate you” face. TSM.
Judging someone because she JUST reached gold card status at Starbucks. TSM.