Don’t you hate it when you’re trying to pretend last night didn’t happen and then last night texts you? TSM.
Don’t you hate it when you’re trying to pretend last night didn’t happen and then last night texts you? TSM.
Beer is for ugly girls. TSM.
Knowing the fight is over when you’re using emojis again. TSM.
Dirty rushing during a philanthropy event. TSM.
The “I’m like 10 minutes away” text you send while you’re plugging in your straightener. TSM.
Weekly venting sessions with my Big. One bottle of wine at a time. TSM.
Knowing more about a fraternity’s initiation than the pledges do. TSM.
Having bows so big, you can see them in your peripheral. TSM.
Deciding what color to dye your hair based on what looks best with your formal dress. TSM.
Donating clothes to charity and rewarding yourself with a shopping spree. TSM.
Saying you’re “basically sober” because you aren’t blacked out. TSM.
So Cosmo says you’re fat. Well, you kind of are. TSM.
When my boyfriend and I broke up, my big told me to look in my freezer. I found a pint of ice cream…and a bottle of vodka. TSM.
Having a nail polish to match every mood…oh, and outfit. TSM.
Dirty rushing your 8-year-old niece over break. TSM.
Getting irrationally angry at the sisters that saw your post in the Facebook group and didn’t like it. TSM.
Nothing says “I’m a sorority girl” like puking at 8:30AM, wearing an anti-hazing pin, and getting ready for a tea party. TSM.
Judging how fun the night will be based on how motivated you are to shave your legs. TSM.
It’s impossible to text “come over” with one r. TSM.
Every Sunday night, you THINK sorority girls are at chapter, but really they’re hooking up with Shane Oman in the projection room above the auditorium. TSM.