The best thing Daddy ever bought me was an education. And considering my car, wardrobe, and jewelry collection that’s really saying something. TSM.
The best thing Daddy ever bought me was an education. And considering my car, wardrobe, and jewelry collection that’s really saying something. TSM.
That “can I take that standards hit?” moment. TSM.
Referring to the fraternity composite as “the menu.” TSM.
Judging girls by their shoes at graduation. TSM.
I’m not demanding, I just deserve more. TSM.
I just want to hang out with him so I remember why we broke up. TSM.
My puffypaint-manship is just as pretty as my penmanship. TSM.
Facebook stock. TFM. Facebook stalk. TSM.
I don’t want to hear any more gossip unless it’s coming from me. TSM.
Crystal Light new mocktail mixes: my prayers have been answered. TSM.
No one’s perfect. Except my sisters. TSM.
Road-tripping to visit your sisters by week two of summer. TSM.
I drink, no chug, my calories. TSM.
You’re either pre-law, pre-med, or pre-tending you have a shot with me. TSM.
Being in a sorority isn’t about the things you own, it’s about the life you live. TSM.
Remembering the exact moment you knew your Little was “the one.” TSM.
I guess you could say my life is a mess, but I’m still looking pretty in this dress. TSM.
This would be so much easier if I knew my future little’s favorite color and t-shirt size. Oh wait, I do, it’s obviously going to be pink and small. TSM.
Seeing your TSMs on some one else’s cooler. TSM.
Meeting your boyfriend on Independence Day and having actual fireworks go off. TSM.