If they don’t have chaser for my vodka I’m gonna fugging kill myself. TSM.
If they don’t have chaser for my vodka I’m gonna fugging kill myself. TSM.
It’s such a blessing that my little and I have opposite good sides. TSM.
Pregaming your J-board meeting. TSM.
Critiquing the house across the street as they practice their door songs. A standard Sunday afternoon pastime. TSM.
I need to get my owl addiction under control. TSM.
It’s funny how when I’m blackout I tell all of my secrets…except for ritual. TSM.
It doesn’t count as dirty rushing if you don’t remember it. TSM.
Knowing exactly how to manipulate people until you get what you want. TSM.
The only clues to my night were the empty wine bottle, curling wand, and glitter in my Longchamp. TSM.
My body is a temple. Hers is a theme park. TSM.
Facebook stalking your own Pi Chi’s because you miss them so much. TSM.
Having a love/hate relationship with your recruitment heels. TSM.
Spending the next 2 weeks narrowing down the 2 perfect guys to bring to crush party. TSM.
Cleaning your room with music and a pomegranate martini because everything in life should be a party. TSM.
Thanks, I know. TSM.
Lately, I have been going on more “dates” with girls than guys. Recruitment problems. TSM.
Strategically portioning your dinner so it’s just enough that you can hold your liquor, but small enough that you’re still a lightweight. TSM.
Drinking mimosas in a sports bar. TSM.
I am not drunk enough for this shit. TSM.
Froyo does not have any calories. TSM.