Picking a Super Bowl team to cheer for based on which quarterback I would rather hook up with. Patriots it is. TSM.
Picking a Super Bowl team to cheer for based on which quarterback I would rather hook up with. Patriots it is. TSM.
My phone autocorrects “drunk” to “drubk.” TSM.
Oh that was slightly bitchier than usual. I don’t take it back though. TSM.
Studying abroad and still having a sister in every one of your classes. TSM.
The opening scene of Breakfast At Tiffany’s is the classiest walk of shame ever. TSM.
Assigning two of your sisters jobs for your 21st; DD and ‘Captain of Not Letting the Sig Chi Incident Happen Again’ TSM.
Judging people at Starbucks who get whipped cream on their lattes. TSM.
You’re not the only one I’m dating exclusively. TSM.
“Can you zip me up?” TSM.
There’s a bar on Bourbon Street with a drink named after me. TSM.
I’d rather be high maintenance than high mileage. TSM.
Loving him tonight, but hating him in the morning. TSM.
Detective John Kimble asking, “Who is your daddy and what does he do?” TSM.
Sometimes I get concerned that my life is just one big Total Sorority Move. But then I remember how awesome that is. TSM.
Not snobby…selective. TSM.
The usual Facebook stalking 5 minutes after you meet him. TSM.
Being the “Senior Bitch” means never having to worry about going to standards. TSM.
The unspoken competition between panhellenic roommates to see who can hang more of their sorority decor in the room. TSM.
Waking up early to finish a paper and spending all the extra time on my hair instead. TSM.
Unless your name is Ryan Gosling, don’t expect me to text you first. TSM.