Sisters immediately setting philanthropic events the minute the diagnosis of cancer is read. TSM.
Sisters immediately setting philanthropic events the minute the diagnosis of cancer is read. TSM.
Getting my extra vitamin c during cold and flu season one mimosa at a time. TSM.
Being the “woo girls” at every party. TSM.
Taking two hours to get ready so you can see him for 5 minutes then ignore him. TSM.
I’m so over him…at least until tonight. TSM.
Don’t talk to the guy anymore. Still sleep in his XL shack shirt. TSM.
What I lack in humility, I make up for in perfection. TSM.
I don’t know which I am more anxious for, getting our new girls on bid day, or finding out who won the Lilly print contest. TSM.
I don’t care what happened last night, as long as the pictures come out alright. TSM.
Is it still a walk of shame if you look damn good? TSM.
Taking longer to get ready for bed than most GDIs to do go out. TSM.
“Wait… what?” TSM.
That moment of pure joy when YOUR sorority wins the biggest competition of the year. TSM.
She is just awful. She sets the standard for having no standards. TSM.
“Do I need to tone down the bitchy in this email?” TSM.
Receiving ten times more emails about recruitment than about school the first week of class. TSM.
I’ve sent 44 emails in the past 6 days…Recruitment chair problems. TSM.
Quoting Mean Girls is one of my favorite hobbies. TSM.
That empty feeling when you’ve reached the end of the new TSMs. TSM.
I’m not window shopping…I’m just checking my reflection. TSM.