Never mind I’ll find someone like you. Oh, scratch that. Better than you. TSM.

Receiving multiple “Sweet Dreams” texts before bed. TSM.

An outfit crisis is a totally acceptable reason to be late. TSM.

Wishing that the texts on the iPhone showed up in pink bubbles. TSM.

Not wanting to go to the gym because my hair looks really good, but also wanting to go to the gym because my hair looks really good. TSM.

Being reminded that the normal size of a glass of wine, or one drink, is 4oz, not 12oz, during the mandatory risk management workshop. TSM.

Waking up to eleven missed calls from the same guy. TSM.

I’m not competitive because I know I’m always going to win. TSM.

Getting an email days before formal begging us not to get as drunk as we did at the last function. Oops. TSM.

Our founder’s Great Granddaughter came to initiation. Sisters started crying. TSM.

Have a little faith. And if that doesn’t work, have a lot of mimosas. TSM.

Always spraying his shirt with your perfume before giving it back. TSM.

Formal chapter, just another excuse to look lovely in Lilly. TSM.

I’ve got him in the palm of my hand. Well, his wallet at least. TSM.

Post-breakup power outfit. TSM.

While looking for a little my priorities are one: hair color, two: alcohol tolerance, and three: compatibility. TSM.

Good news travels fast. Good gossip travels faster. TSM.

“Does this come in pink?” TSM.

Identifying each of your sisters by the color of their Longchamp. TSM.

Wearing a shackshirt with your fratdaddy’s letters under a sweatshirt with yours to chapter. TSM.