There’s no need for hazing, intimidation works just fine. TSM.

The more wine I drink, the better my hair looks. TSM.

RIP Steve Jobs, creator of the only phone with a Lilly cover. TSM.

Judging myself for late night texting decisions. TSM.

Fighting over who gets the good side in every picture you take together. TSM.

Talk to me like that again, and you’re out of my wedding party. TSM.

A bow in my hair and a beau in my heart. TSM.

The only thing that could make me hate you more than trying to steal my boyfriend is trying to steal my little. TSM.

Having 200 sisters “like” your status within an hour of posting your engagement. TSM.

Using your looks rather than hitting the books. TSM.

Never, ever having those gross white acrylic nail tips. TSM.

Having a crush on 1980’s Wall Street Charlie Sheen. TSM.

Our pledge class is def totes presh & perf. TSM.

Dressing up a foam finger with rhinestones and glitter paint for gameday. TSM.

The awkward moment when a GDI asks what a GDI is. TSM.

I’m going places. I’m not going to give a fuck but I am going to standards. TSM.

Replacing the word “cowboy” with “frat boy” when singing country songs so that they are more relevant to your life. TSM.

Ugly people scare me. TSM.

Flawlessly transitioning between show tunes and nasty rap while pregaming. TSM.

Being a Little whore, but never a little whore. TSM.