The look of disgust you give GDIs when they mispronounce your letters. TSM.

Someone told me that I look like a housewife. They always say dress for the job you want. TSM.

“LOVE the dress. HATE her.” TSM.

I can cry at will. TSM.

Words with Friends recognizes “geeds.” I still don’t. TSM.

Whatevs, we’re still prettier. TSM.

Having an entire page of baking apps on my iPhone. TSM.

My fratdaddy flew halfway around the world to France so he could propose in Paris while I was abroad. TSM.

“She’s just jealous.” TSM.

Trying to explain the importance of designing letters to a geed. Another fruitless attempt. TSM.

“I’m sorry that people are so jealous of me…but I can’t help it that I’m so popular.” TSM.

The one-handed egg crack. TSM.

Totes excited to change the clocks tonight because we gain an hour of drinking. TSM.

Cork, pour, and drink some more. TSM.

Our Big/Little letters are cuter than your Big/Little letters. TSM.

I can’t remember the last time my toenails weren’t painted. TSM.

Calories consumed at baseball games don’t count, because they’re All-American. TSM.

Drunk Eating. NS. Drunk tweeting. TSM.

Singing the Greek alphabet in the shower. TSM.

Crafting when you can’t sleep. TSM.