Beauty may only be skin deep, but then again, so is ugly. TSM.

Numbing the pain at the expense of your liver. TSM.

I could make sandwiches and iron shirts…but there are people for that. TSM.

Hanging mistletoe to ensure a MO-ey Christmas. TSM.

The struggle when deciding whether to wear diamonds or pearls. TSM.

Practicing pretending to care when your fratdaddy talks about his accounting classes as preparation for pretending to care when he talks about work some day. TSM.

We need to go out tomorrow, I need a new profile picture. TSM.

Finals Survival Guide: A lot of diet coke, addy, and late night shacking. TSM.

You’re dating? You guys are so cute together! You broke up? You’re too good for him anyway. TSM.

“Maybe we could be each others’ soul mates. And then we could just let men be just these great nice guys to have fun with.” -Charlotte York. TSM.

Yes, I know how to shoot a gun, and yes, I can do so while wearing heels. TSM.

Flirting your way through finals. TSM.

Picking out a formal dress that matches the formal award sashes because you don’t want your outfit to clash in pictures. TSM.

Oh, umm…is that what you’re wearing? TSM.

Your boobs look amazing today! TSM.

He’s too good for you. That’s why he’s with me. TSM.

Anything worth doing is worth looking your best for. TSM.

Every time someone spells Lilly “Lily” a little piece of my heart dies. TSM.

I’m not spoiled, I just get everything I want. Always. TSM.

The only emails I read are from Lilly, my sorority, and occasionally Daddy. TSM.