Sandwiches are for amateurs. TSM.

“I think he’d shine better with a different girlfriend.” TSM.

Adding his fraternity letters at the end of his name in contacts, rather than his last name. TSM.

I don’t want him, but I don’t want her to have him. TSM.

Knowing every fratdaddy on campus is checking you out behind his Costas. TSM.

Refusing to drink tap water. TSM.

Dried cupcake frosting on my iPhone. TSM.

“Wait, we’re going to drink before…right?” TSM.

Accidental shoe shopping. TSM.

Wear your letters with class, not on your ass. TSM.

Recruit. Rate. Retouch. Repeat. TSM.

Taking up an entire row at the movie theater with your sisters and putting your well-manicured feet on the seats. TSM.

One last fling before the ring. TSM.

Getting a noise complaint during work week because your porch songs are too loud. TSM.

I color inside the lines. I don’t park inside the lines. TSM.

Referring to bars as “local establishments” to the PNMs during recruitment. TSM.

I love recruitment. I hate recruitment. I love recruitment. TSM.

“Oh my gosh, your handwriting is soo cute!” TSM.

Having the stomach flu during recruitment makes your pref dress look so much better. TSM.

All’s fair in little wars. TSM.