Fixing broken belongings with nail glue. TSM.

Pro-Con-Pro. TSM.

Being disgusted by all the freshmen GDIs with feathers in their hair. TSM.

Having lots of rando numbers in my text history, because only important people get stored in my contacts. TSM.

It’s not personal. She just failed to uphold our sorority’s standards and morals when she dated my brother. That’s why she got cut. TSM.

Having a fraternity’s pledges drink for you during beer pong because of the ‘no booze during recruitment’ rule. TSM.

Refusing to sport a middle part even for a recruitment skit costume. TSM.

Living in a neighborhood where they don’t allow yard sales. TSM.

Adam Scott may never win a career Grand Slam, but I’d let him Grand Slam me any day. TSM.

You had me at “fraternity.” TSM.

The “pre-buy” text message to one of your sisters of an outfit you’re about to get, just in case. TSM.

Movies that aren’t rom coms totes bore me. TSM.

Largest recruitment in the nation starts today. Roll Tide. TSM.

Never posting song lyric statuses about boy troubles. TSM.

Worst part about shopping: public restrooms. Thankfully my bladder is well-trained on not breaking the seal. TSM.

My cooler brings all the boys to the yard, and damn right it’s better than yours. TSM.

Champagne taste on a champagne budget. TSM.

Of course I want the deluxe mani/pedi. Do I look poor? TSM.

I never repeat gossip…so listen carefully. TSM.

Sorority squat is totes perf for standing sex. TSM.