“She doesn’t plan, she plots.” TSM.
“She doesn’t plan, she plots.” TSM.
Texting, emailing, and facebooking your big all at the same time at work to discuss the night’s activities. TSM.
Greek Week really should be called anti-sober Week. TSM.
Greek Week practice…AKA formal date shopping. TSM.
I’m not the girl your mother warned you about. Her imagination couldn’t have been this good. TSM.
Wearing your sorority jersey instead of a sports jersey on Jersey Day. TSM.
Chewing gum when you’re hungry instead of eating. TSM.
If you can’t live it down, might as well live it up. TSM.
Either Daddy gives me money or I don’t eat for a week. It’s a win-win situation. TSM.
Always making sure your first name sounds good with his last name. Juuuuust in case. TSM.
“What’s his name?” always comes after “which fraternity is he in?” TSM.
Constructing the perfect Facebook status so he likes it. TSM.
We both know you miss me. TSM.
The “I hope you see me not seeing you” walk-by. TSM.
Buying ice cream the night before Parents’ Weekend so that vodka isn’t the only thing your mom sees when she opens the freezer. TSM.
That excited but terrified feeling you get when you see pics from formal were just uploaded. TSM.
It was love at first sight…and mention of his last name. TSM.
Accidentally wearing the same bikini and PFG as the senior fraternity sweetheart on formal. Foreshadowing? TSM.
My boyfriend and I will be long-distance this summer. I’ve already picked out what will be in the Yurman box attached to an “I miss you” card. TSM.
My daddy pays my dues and my fratdaddy pays my tab. TSM.