The signature raised eyebrow once-over you give to other girls. TSM.
The signature raised eyebrow once-over you give to other girls. TSM.
I already have my knight in shining armor: Sir Robert Burnett. TSM.
I’m not blocking the view, I am the view. TSM.
Handing out bottles of wine as party favors. TSM.
Knowing more fraternity business than the members do because you are dating the President. TSM.
Calling the head of standards at 4:00 AM to set up a meeting because you know it’s coming, so it might as well be at a time that’s convenient for you. TSM.
You and your best friend accidentally buying the same dress. TSM.
Any pink is hot when I wear it. TSM.
Some people have wine with dinner, I have wine for dinner. TSM.
You can tell the only pants I wear are leggings based on my underwear drawer. TSM.
The princess expo being mandatory before the Disney marathon. TSM.
Using your recruitment face in class to feign interest in the lecture. TSM.
Perfecting the subtle check-for-a-wedding-ring glance when you’re talking to a handsome post-grad. TSM.
Calling the midnight shot on your 21st birthday your “Cinderella” shot. TSM.
“She’s hideous. Bye.” TSM.
“She’s annoying on Facebook.” TSM.
Twerking it. NS. Working it. TSM.
Feeling like a failure the first time you wear yoga pants in public. TSM.
Blackout is the new black. TSM.
Your chapter looking the other way when you get sloppy drunk because you do too much too successfully for anyone to say anything. TSM.