We would make the most adorable babies! TSM.
We would make the most adorable babies! TSM.
“She’s fabulous, but she’s evil.” TSM.
Calories don’t count on your birthday…or the entire weekend you spend celebrating it. TSM.
You’d be surprised how many people have admitted they’re afraid of little old me. TSM.
Telling people sailing is one of your hobbies when actually you just sit there and watch your fratdaddy do all the work. TSM.
Being adored by alumni you don’t know because of your big. TSM.
My mom thinks I’m on birth control for “skin problems.” I wonder when she’ll realize my skin is flawless. TSM.
I don’t trust girls who wear bootcut jeans. TSM.
“Eww, no. She’s heinous.” TSM.
The awkward moment when a PNM is telling you how much she loves your sorority and you know she isn’t getting a bid. TSM.
Curls, pearls, and beautiful girls, that’s what sororities are made of. TSM.
Instead of a devil and an angel on each shoulder, I have my standards chair and my social chair. TSM.
I never give into peer pressure. My big is a year older than I am. TSM.
Drunkenly promising bridal party spots. TSM.
Eating your feelings. NS. Tweeting your feelings. TSM.
Going out on the night of the National Championship as an excuse to blackout on a monday. TSM.
Never dressing up for classes because I would never date an education major. TSM.
More than a handful, but less than a mess. TSM.
“The problem with people who have no vices is that generally you can be pretty sure they’re going to have some pretty annoying virtues.” -Elizabeth Taylor. TSM.
The higher the roman numeral, the higher my interest. TSM.