Feeling naked without your letters. TSM.
Feeling naked without your letters. TSM.
Your National President sharing your TSM. TSM.
Skyping with your bestie before you go out over winter break, because 450 miles shouldn’t stop you from getting ready together. TSM.
I have very reasonable standards open to princes, 27-year-old billionaire sex gods, and Ryan Gosling. TSM.
Reorganizing your Pinterest boards when you can’t sleep. TSM.
Wearing your Rowdy Gentleman tanks on an international cruise to further demonstrate ‘Merican pride. TSM.
There is no off-season for formal date hunting. TSM.
Carefully pre-selecting the hometown hookup who will make your boy at school the most jealous. TSM.
The “It’s not like I’m NOT going to need rhinestones” justification. TSM.
Drinking beer because you’ll be a “guys’ girl.” NS. Drinking whatever the hell you want because you’re pretty. TSM.
Educating new members on exactly who can sit with us. TSM.
Blair Walsh. TFM. Blair Waldorf. TSM.
If your parents don’t think you have alcoholism when you’re home for break, you’re not drinking enough. TSM.
Knowing that taking your shoes off on the dance floor makes you 4.5 inches uglier. TSM.
Drinking like there’s no tomorrow because there might not be one. NS. Drinking like there’s no tomorrow because…it’s Friday. TSM.
Your mom telling you she picked your middle name for the monogram. TSM.
Refusing to let your younger brother date a girl you dropped during recruitment. TSM.
Using Christmas as an excuse to wear even more sparkle for the day. TSM.
Watching your daddy watching guys watching you. TSM.
If today is really our last day on Earth, I’m glad I’ll be going out with a fresh manicure and a glass of wine in my hand. TSM.