The look of utter disappointment when the male interns find out you have a boyfriend. TSM.
The look of utter disappointment when the male interns find out you have a boyfriend. TSM.
Never entering the snack aisle unless there are Lilly-edition Animal Crackers. TSM.
Only ugly people say looks won’t get you far in life. TSM.
Always a ten, dressed to the nines. TSM.
My position in this chapter is super important. Every sorority needs a hot token minority for diversity. TSM.
Getting seriously offended when a GDI calls a delta a triangle. TSM.
Asking every high school senior you meet if she’s going through Recruitment. TSM.
Having guys call dibs on your new little, even though she doesn’t exist yet. TSM.
If you can remember the party…it obviously wasn’t a very good party. TSM.
“That never happens. Like ever.” TSM.
Knowing she would be my little from the moment I became her Rho Gamma. TSM.
Hunger is like a GDI. It’s annoying, and if you just ignore it, it’ll go away. TSM.
Describing parties in terms of how much glitter would be socially acceptable to wear to them. TSM.
Playing flip cup with wine. TSM.
My favorite kind of exercise is Bacardio. TSM.
Being able to Twitter and Facebook creep at a CIA level. TSM.
Real women wear lipstick. TSM.
Always matching your koozie to your outfit. TSM.
When I Facebook creep, it’s totally acceptable. But when I find out someone creeped me, they are automatically some weird cyber stalker. TSM.
It’s easy to tell which date parties are on a given weekend just by the trail of crafts throughout the house. TSM.