During recruitment I automatically insert my letters into every cute song I hear on the radio to see if it can be used for a skit. TSM.

I can’t wait until August 1st to start my new Lilly planner. TSM.

It’s not the grades you make, it’s the cookies you bake. TSM.

The only person I’m willing to have a long distance relationship with is my Big. TSM.

“Legacy watch,” another way of saying you’re late. TSM.

Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful, hate me because I’m smart too. TSM.

At career day in elementary school my dad was the one with the “boring” job. Who’s laughing now, GDIs? TSM.

Already have my outfit picked out for the first day of classes. TSM.

It’s my period and I’ll cry if I want to. TSM.

Targeting: verb; [tarh-git-ing] Spending money on cute, but useless, things, all while shopping comfortably with Starbucks in hand. TSM.

Born free. Living expensively. TSM.

My mom has never driven a minivan. TSM.

Wine nights + recruitment songs = vocal cord torture. TSM.

Always knowing the perfect time to ask daddy for something. TSM.

Not needing a “practice batch” when you bake. TSM.

Knowng that my kids will be legacies whether I have boys or girls. TSM.

Taking up three-fourths of my fratdaddy’s closet with my own clothes. TSM.

Flashing. NS. Flashing your pearly whites. TSM.

Feeling instantly disconnected from the world when your phone dies. TSM.

“She would shine better in another house.” TSM.