Being able to bluff the truth out of him. TSM.
Being able to bluff the truth out of him. TSM.
Having two of your sisters at the round table on Chelsea Lately. TSM.
Rihanna singing about diamonds while wearing pearls. TSM.
The Victoria’s Secret runway being made out of glitter. TSM.
More littles, more problems. TSM.
Dreading the temporary flood of GDIs to the gym this week after the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show. TSM.
Tweeting sappy quotes about your ex because you know he will read them. TSM.
When even his pledge brothers say you’re too good for him. TSM.
“I’m sorry you took it that way.” TSM.
The silent competition over who has more likes on their profile picture. TSM.
It took me two hours to look this effortless. TSM.
Having your best friend change your Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest passwords so you actually study for finals. TSM.
Carnations are the cargo shorts of flowers. TSM.
My big bought me a lemonade mix because she “thought it would go well with tequila.” TSM.
Rewarding yourself for a full hour of studying with a full glass of wine. TSM.
Ending up in the same sorority as your high school cheer coach. TSM.
Having to take two pictures every time, because you and your bestie have the same good side. TSM.
The thing that makes me most nervous about starting my new job is waiting to see how my ID photo turned out. TSM.
Making sure everyone knows your middle name because you want all your Christmas gifts monogrammed. TSM.
Making a gingerbread version of your sorority house. TSM.