Having more than enough never-been-worn dresses for your upcoming social events, but insisting on buying another anyway. TSM.
Having more than enough never-been-worn dresses for your upcoming social events, but insisting on buying another anyway. TSM.
Winning chapter of the year 3 years in a row. TSM.
Resisting the urge to say, “I know, right?” whenever another girl gawks at your engagement ring. TSM.
Making “house letters” with your roommates. TSM.
PNMs dig me. TSM.
Knowing you’re doing things right when he says, “I just can’t get a read on you.” TSM.
Pretending he doesn’t exist when you see him on campus, rather than giving him dirty looks. You have sisters for that. TSM.
Losing your birth control in your crafting basket. TSM.
If he gets me carnations for Valentine’s Day, he’s getting a TV dinner and a handjob for steak and BJ day. TSM.
I don’t do maybe. TSM.
Judging girls based on what fraternity shirt they are wearing. TSM.
Minoring in Political Science because you like politics. If you happen to meet a future senator, so be it. TSM.
Having screamed more during the halftime show than any other part of the Super Bowl. TSM.
Ending up with the largest pledge class on campus without dirty rushing. TSM.
I’m pretty sure Beyonce won the Super Bowl. TSM.
Running in every 5K in your area for the exercise, but mostly for the t-shirts. TSM.
Knowing whether to ask “Were you in a sorority?” or “What sorority were you in?” TSM.
The Vince Lombardi Super Bowl trophy being made by Tiffany & Co. TSM.
Just like my hair, my daddy’s credit cards are platinum. TSM.
Getting borderline angry at your best friend for texting you when you thought she was going to be your boy. TSM.