God doesn’t give you the sisters you want, he gives you the sisters you need. TSM.
God doesn’t give you the sisters you want, he gives you the sisters you need. TSM.
The unspoken contest to see who comes back from Spring Break the tannest. TSM.
Going to an interview and using your sorority as an example for every question. TSM.
The last name says it all. TSM.
Raise your glass to girls with class. TSM.
Lattes and Letters. TSM.
Girls don’t like boys, girls like cars and money. TSM.
Group texting your sisters to coordinate your outfits for the bar. TSM.
I mean, like, kinda. But not really. TSM.
Proof-reading sorority e-mails to see if there are too many exclamation points. TSM.
We study hard and party harder. We’re hot and sweet, our girls are smarter. TSM.
Do I make you look fat? TSM.
“She can’t even make a decent cooler.” TSM.
Irrational excitement when your boy double texts you. TSM.
I feel really bad for everyone who isn’t dating me. TSM.
Sprinkles are the glitter of baking. TSM.
All I do is wine, wine, wine. TSM.
“So, basically…” TSM.
The only time you won’t find me in the kitchen is during recruitment when they need it for the legacies. TSM.
“She’s too pretty for him…I wonder what’s wrong with her.” TSM.