You can’t delete that picture! I look really good. TSM.

When giving up soda for Lent leaves you with a limited variety of chasers. TSM.

YOLO in NOLA. TSM.

I can’t tell if you hate me or you hate yourself for loving me. TSM.

You can tell a lot about a fraternity from the condition of their ladies’ room. TSM.

Domestic on the streets, exotic in the sheets. TSM.

Using his birthday as an excuse to buy yourself lingerie. TSM.

Planning my outfit accordingly so I can successfully take shots the second I get out of my midterm today. TSM.

It’s okay, I’m pretty. TSM.

I work for my daddy. In others words, I get paid to shop online and talk on the phone. TSM.

Skipping class to recover from a crafting all-nighter. TSM.

I don’t want GDIs to hate me, I just want them to know I am better than they are. TSM.

I’m the girl you hated in high school. TSM.

Making sure your room looks perfect on the night of socials…just in case. TSM.

Knowing the difference between appropriate attire for formal chapter and appropriate attire for formal chapter when your advisors come to visit. TSM.

Becoming instantly uncomfortable when you see Greek letters that you don’t recognize. TSM.

The only good thing about being away from your sorority while abroad is knowing that you can’t get called to Standards. TSM.

Picture perfect…once you toss your hair, hide your drink, and pop your collar bone. TSM.

Fasting on Ash Wednesday because I like the idea of not eating for a day. And, you know, for religious reasons. TSM.

Pretty enough to rock a middle part. TSM.