Blazer + Party dress = Chapter attire. TSM.
Blazer + Party dress = Chapter attire. TSM.
Voting for other sororities in the Lilly print war, so your rival won’t win. TSM.
That pile of clothes that sits at the foot of your bed because you don’t really want to return them to your sisters. TSM.
Never apologize for being yourself. Yourself is a fabulous, classy Greek woman. TSM.
“I know it may look like I’d become a bitch, but that’s only because I was acting like a bitch.” TSM.
Only needing 3.5 inches to achieve maximum pleasure. It’s called a credit card. TSM.
“I have sooooo many stories for you!” TSM.
All the Tiffany’s in the world won’t make her face any prettier. TSM.
Getting legit upset when you see a GDI wearing a top tier fraternity shirt. TSM.
I like my fratdaddy the way I like my alcohol…strong enough to make me go weak. TSM.
The Lilly print war of 2012. TSM.
If he doesn’t call you before sunset, don’t be with him at sunrise. TSM.
Sex hair, don’t care. TSM.
“I don’t understand how a woman can leave the house without fixing herself up a little – if only out of politeness. And then, you never know, maybe that’s the day she has a date with destiny. And it’s best to be as pretty as possible for destiny.” -Coco Chanel. TSM.
Loving red, white and blush almost as much as I love red, white and blue. TSM.
Went to meeting, now I need a Margarita. TSM.
Things I use way too much: exclamation points, hairspray, and the acronym “TSM.” TSM.
Wore last night’s make-up to the gym. It’s NS but at least I was at the gym…and wearing make-up. TSM.
Is it me or does every weekend of mine end up going to hell in a handbasket? TSM.
It’s okay, Jesus understands recruitment. TSM.