Succeeding your big as chapter president. TSM.
Succeeding your big as chapter president. TSM.
Your sorority having the most fraternity sweethearts on campus. TSM.
Sending your family a link to your Pinterest page so they know exactly what you want for Christmas. TSM.
The “I think I’m here” text when you arrive at a guy’s house. TSM.
Getting “send 32 text messages to your now ex-not-boyfriend” drunk. TSM.
Honey, peplum? I’m sorry, but your hips don’t lie. TSM.
Being excited to be five pounds lighter when you get out of the hospital. Oh, and healthy. TSM.
Having your football team’s quarterback come over after each win so you can personally congratulate him. TSM.
My favorite holiday every month is wire transfer day. TSM.
I don’t know what I miss more from freshman year: how cheap my bar tabs were, or the fact that every boy in school was an acceptable age to date. TSM.
She’s really creative, and crafty, and overall just the cutest. TSM.
Semi-formal, semi-classy. TSM.
Living by the three B’s: Bows, Burnetts, and Boys. TSM.
Pinning from the elliptical. TSM.
I yell more genuinely during football than I did during sex with you, and I don’t even like football. TSM.
Playing the “pin order” card on new members to get your way. TSM.
When studying for finals turns into planning someone’s 21st birthday. TSM.
Conveniently “finding” your virginity when you meet a new boy. TSM.
My parents told me I could be whatever I wanted. I became a bitch. TSM.
Formal season: survival of the thinnest. TSM.