A door to a sister’s room is only closed for three reasons: sleeping, shacking, and shit-talking. TSM.

Showing up to class only to discuss the events of the previous night with your sister. TSM.

Always leaving potlucks with an empty dish. TSM.

Not my sorority, not my problem. TSM.

Using way too many smiley faces when you text a boy. TSM.

Giving people the death stare when they say the university shouldn’t be allowed to put up Christmas trees in the student union. TSM.

I do believe I’ve found the fountain of youth. Surprisingly, it tastes a lot like vodka. TSM.

I knew it was a bad idea but I did it anyway…twice. TSM.

There is nothing I hate more than hot glue strings. TSM.

Whenever I craft I make one for me, one for my little, one for me, one for my little, one for me, one for me. TSM.

Jackie by day. Marilyn by night. TSM.

The bartenders don’t card me. They greet me with a hug and ask where I’ve been. TSM.

Taking sister dates to talk about which sisters shouldn’t be allowed to wear letters. TSM.

Being voted Sweetheart because I’m actually friends with the guys, not because I sleep with them. TSM.

Painting my nails at the table instead of eating. TSM.

Boyfriend asked me what I wanted for Christmas. Told him something expensive. TSM.

Hipsters make me nervous. TSM.

GDI, will you please get friends so you don’t have to take so many bathroom pics? Thanks. TSM.

I’m very Pinterested in what you are talking about. TSM.

Having an irrational fear that you will waste a good outfit on an insignificant day. TSM.