Group messaging with 15 of your sisters to discuss why you were called to standards after formal. TSM.
Group messaging with 15 of your sisters to discuss why you were called to standards after formal. TSM.
Getting “spend $500 online at Target on things you neither want, nor need” drunk. TSM.
Your big, your little, and your twin being your best friends on snapchat. TSM.
Your penis…has a great personality. TSM.
It doesn’t matter if I passed, we’re still drinking. TSM.
Your phone password being in Greek letters. TSM.
Ventis, Vyvanse, and vodka. TSM.
You judge me because I’m in a sorority. I pity you because you’re not. TSM.
It’s all about the teasing, and not about the pleasing. TSM.
Snow and credit cards are the only times three inches is fun. TSM.
Your picture being directly next to your best friend’s on the composite. TSM.
Quickly losing interest in the pretty freshman in your class when you find out she isn’t going through recruitment next semester. TSM.
I don’t want to get ready if we’re not taking pictures. TSM.
Being told “I thought you dropped this class” when you show up for the final. TSM.
Accidentally triple lettering on exam days because you are rushed, tired, cracked out on addy, and all of your comfy clothes are lettered. TSM.
What I hate the most about hipsters is that they’re judging me for judging them. TSM.
Renting out Starbucks during finals week for a sisterhood study event. TSM.
Turning on your camera and being surprised it’s not on selfie mode. TSM.
Waking up to a million “good morning” snapchats from your sisters. TSM.
Looking through sisters’ pictures from formal to figure out what you were doing. TSM.