Big knows best. TSM.

It’s pronounced “long-shomp.” TSM.

I take it as a sign from God when there’s only one left in my size. TSM.

Packing my bags for the house a week early. TSM.

It isn’t that I’m not a people person, I’m just not a stupid people person. TSM.

Referring to one night stands as “short term relationships.” TSM.

Every time I feel like giving up at the gym, I think about how hot our PC ’11 is going to be. TSM.

Ironing twin sheets to make banners for recruitment. TSM.

I can’t remember my last 4 birthdays. TSM.

Giggling when a GDI googles “TSM.” TSM.

Who knew deleting Facebook friends could be so exhausting? TSM.

My first born will either be named Gavin Oliver Phillips or Gracie Olivia Phillips. Either way the monogram is GOP. TSM.

Straight A’s with real C’s. TSM.

The sisters were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of PNMs danced in their heads. TSM.

Put on my platform Louboutins so I could hang pictures higher on the wall. TSM.

Having every recruitment related TSM posted on my wall by my sisters because I’m recruitment chair. TSM.

Mediocre minds may talk about events and great minds may talk about ideas, but the greatest minds talk about event ideas. TSM.

There’s three things in life every girl needs: Love to make her weak, Alcohol to make her strong, and Sisters when both things make her hit the floor. TSM.

Do you think it’s okay if I blur out her face and pretend she’s a recruitment counselor? TSM.

“I hope it’s not a real emergency. I only brought one bottle of vodka!” TSM.