This whole internship thing is really getting in the way of my summer tan. TSM.
This whole internship thing is really getting in the way of my summer tan. TSM.
“On a scale of New Year’s Eve to Viking Party, how drunk was I?” TSM.
Refusing to date a guy whose vehicle is smaller than yours. TSM.
Meals are optional, manners are not. TSM.
The only consolation for a vomming sister is “It’s ok! Just think how skinny you’ll feel tomorrow!” TSM.
The giddiness that comes from successfully sorori-fying a new song for Recruitment. TSM.
Nothing says “you have great taste” like being followed by Lilly Pulitzer on Pinterest. TSM.
Being complimented on your eyelashes. TSM.
Washing off a full face of make-up so you can start over from scratch when your boy invites you over. TSM.
Self appointed TSM chair. TSM.
A PNM thought she “knew a lot about Greek Life” and threw another sorority’s sign in our house during Recruitment. She’s about to know a lot about being a GDI. TSM.
Even my norts are monogrammed. TSM.
Big bows, tutus, tiaras, and an obsession with the color pink and anything that sparkles. It’s safe to say, I’d bid Sophia Grace and Rosie. TSM.
You shopped post-finals as a means of retail. I shopped post-finals to celebrate making Dean’s List. TSM.
Peak tanning hours immediately followed by happy hours. TSM.
Having a board on Pinterest dedicated to America. TSM.
My dorm room could fit in my closet at home. TSM.
Painting your Dad a cooler for his Father’s Day gift. TSM.
I don’t send drunk texts, I just get them. TSM.
Noting your position in your sorority as a “most meaningful experience” for medical school applications. TSM.