I’m on the Dean’s list, but more importantly, I’m on the guest list. TSM.
I’m on the Dean’s list, but more importantly, I’m on the guest list. TSM.
Glue gun goddess. TSM.
Trying to explain your family tree to your biological family. TSM.
There’s nothing quite like getting drunk on a patio. TSM.
Describing boys from home to your sisters by telling them which fraternity they would be in. TSM.
I just don’t like her face. TSM.
Not being offended even a little bit when someone calls you a bitch. TSM.
Suddenly becoming best friends with a stranger after you find out you’re sisters. TSM.
You should always look your best. Your soulmate could be around the corner at any time…so could your ex. TSM.
Screenshots or it didn’t happen. TSM.
Doing your secret hand shake during the sign of peace at mass. TSM.
When your sorority wins Sorority of the Year and your fratdaddy’s fraternity wins Fraternity of the Year. TSM.
Look like a goddess, act like a devil. TSM.
The classic “Let’s have a sisterhood movie night” really meaning sisters only wine night. TSM.
Being a legacy, I naturally send my mom our sorority flower on Mother’s Day. TSM.
My cupcakes somehow made an 86.7% an A. TSM.
Getting the waiter at Buffalo Wild Wings to change the channel to “Say Yes to the Dress” instead of NASCAR. TSM.
I only have beer goggles for you. TSM.
Risk chair didn’t start drinking until she had the stress of being Risk Chair. TSM.
The post-finals cookout is my last meal until recruitment. TSM.