Aspiring to become Elle Woods. TSM.
Aspiring to become Elle Woods. TSM.
Having the perfect technique to get “yogurt stains” out of formal dresses. TSM.
Having to question whether you’re pregnant or not. NS. Having enough class to shack responsibly. TSM.
I’m not your slampiece, you’re my fratslam. TSM.
I don’t poop. TSM.
I only dress up for the first week of classes just to let everyone know how cute my real clothes are. After that’s over, I’m right back to my Norts, Jacks, and shack shirts, which later changes to Leggings, Uggs, and shack shirts for colder weather. TSM.
You can be ugly or you can be a bitch, but you can’t be both. TSM.
Not having a tattoo. TSM.
Thinking J. Crew is way too mainstream and GDI friendly. TSM.
I took off my lavalier before I started taking shots and replaced it with my cross. Clearly I’d rather get kicked out of heaven than my sorority. TSM.
Girls always told me, “he doesn’t do girlfriends.” 5 months later, relationship request. TSM.
Being an obnoxiously good looking couple. TSM.
My sorority’s Lilly print is cuter than your sorority’s Lilly print. TSM.
Praying for the fellow Frat Daddies, Sorostitutes, Slampieces, and GDIs alike at the University of Texas. TSM.
Watching HGTV with my sorority sisters and discussing how we could obvi decorate so much better than the trained professionals on the shows. Totes. TSM.
Got five new pairs of Nike shorts today. Kids mediums. TSM.
Betty Crocker was an ADPi too so you’re damn right I make the best cookies. TSM.
The CEO of Target was in my Sorority. Everything in my life makes so much more sense now. TSM.
I spent more time judging people’s outfits at Christmas mass than I did praying. TSM.
Just mean-mugged a random Tri-Delt in the airport. TSM.