Pics or it didn’t happen. TFM. Pics BUT it didn’t happen. TSM.
Pics or it didn’t happen. TFM. Pics BUT it didn’t happen. TSM.
I’m his first priority. He’s my last resort. TSM.
The “who ya texting?” smirk. TSM.
Wishing your pledge mom a Happy Mother’s Day. TSM.
She’s so precious, it almost makes up for what a drunken mess she is…almost. TSM.
Addy connection fell through in the middle of finals. Entire fraternity is balled from our social calendar next semester. TSM.
“Enforcing strict standards of dress is essential for maintaining the decorum of any event.” -Blair Waldorf. TSM.
Deleting a guy’s number from your phone so you’re not tempted to text him. TSM.
My two D’s got me all A’s this semester. TSM.
A girl asked me what TSM meant. I told her it meant she was a GDI. TSM.
Everything I do is pink. TSM.
“Don’t talk to your Big that way!” TSM.
Focusing on your handwriting more than the content of your notecards. TSM.
“If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun.” -Katharine Hepburn. TSM.
That dreaded day I have to separate all my sisters’ stuff out from my stuff at the end of the semester. TSM.
“She has a pretty face…” TSM.
It’s cute that you talk about me, because I don’t even know you. TSM.
Buying an extra shirt from every apparel order for your future little. TSM.
Studying abroad in Europe has only made me more patriotic. TSM.
Blonde isn’t a hair color…it’s a lifestyle. TSM.