Keep your friends close and your frenemies closer. TSM.
Keep your friends close and your frenemies closer. TSM.
Switching between Food Network and HGTV while my fratdaddy studies. TSM.
“He doesn’t deserve you.” TSM.
Please…like he has the ability to have fun without me. TSM.
Casually curling up on the couch with the ritual book. TSM.
Silently judging the girls that don’t change their profile picture to your philanthropy event’s ad. TSM.
I’m a VIP: vodka infused princess. TSM.
I’m not a one in a million kind of girl, I’m a once in a lifetime kind of woman. TSM.
It’s not my fault that it’s less complicated to make costumes with less fabric. TSM.
I didn’t text you last night. Vodka did. TSM.
“My sheets are monogrammed, so is my silverwear and pretty much everything else I own. My rule is if it’s not moving, monogram it.” -Reese Witherspoon. TSM.
Making a March Madness bracket to pick a formal date. TSM.
The Hunger Games: the game you play the whole month leading up to formal. TSM.
The post-Spring Break moment when you are a shade darker than your make up. TSM.
Switching frats because you reached your limit. TSM.
Friend Requests? I don’t send them. I just get them. TSM.
Saying “haze” in a sorority is like saying “bomb” in an airport. TSM.
Life is better monogrammed. TSM.
“But it was freshman year so it doesn’t really count.” TSM.
“Never have I ever…Wait, what have I never done?” TSM.