I lost an earring, the back of my phone, and my voice. Does that mean I beat Spring Break or Spring Break beat me? TSM.
I lost an earring, the back of my phone, and my voice. Does that mean I beat Spring Break or Spring Break beat me? TSM.
Does it still count as drinking alone if you’re skyping with a sister? TSM.
“Wait, switch sides with me.” TSM.
Going shopping to celebrate Barbie’s birthday. TSM.
I only take my pearls off to tan. TSM.
“A woman’s dress should be like a barbed-wire fence: serving its purpose without obstructing the view.” TSM.
Talking about “drunk me” as if she were a different person. TSM.
“Which sorority is she in? Oh.” TSM.
Loving that one of my sorority’s colors is pink, because otherwise my room decor would clash. TSM.
I refuse to repin anything she pins. TSM.
Getting more texts from him than his girlfriend does. TSM.
Baking for your Greek Week partners to make up for how much you’ll be yelling at them during practices. TSM.
“Oh that’s it! She’s off the bridesmaid list!” TSM.
My bow is so big, it halfway blocks the rear view mirror when I’m driving. TSM.
Literally capitalizing Spring Break every time I write because because it is that important. TSM.
Being called into standards so often, you might as well be on the board. TSM.
The slight acknowledgment from fellow Greeks when you’re all wearing your letters in the airport. TSM.
Spring Break is a time to tan, drink and…well, that’s it. TSM.
The conditioned response to scream and cheer as loud as you can when your chapter is announced, even if you don’t know why. TSM.
Nothing moves a crowd of Greeks during Greek Week quite like the phrase “we will deduct points.” TSM.