Bravo marathons. TSM.

T.G.I.M. All due to The Bachelorette. TSM.

I can recruit a girl and paint my nails at the same time. TSM.

Your hair, you probs should care. TSM.

CMA fest with sisters > Bonnaroo with a bunch of dirty weed smoking hippies. TSM.

Finding the most perfect dress… for last year’s recruitment. TSM.

Keeping missing Indiana Unversity student Lauren Spierer in your prayers. TSM.

My summer agenda: Work out, lay out, go out, pass out. TSM.

Being naturally smart and thin, and therefore not having to pop adderalls. TSM.

Turning down your legacy bid for a top tier bid. Mom understood. TSM.

Dirty Littleing. TSM.

Baking: edible crafting. TSM.

My personal trainer is stronger than your personal trainer. TSM.

I will judge you based on how well your spice cabinet is stocked. TSM.

There needs to be a Real Housewives of Charleston. TSM.

Telling my fratdaddy that their better be a ring on my left hand by the time I graduate, and that does not include the Tiffany promise ring that is already there. TSM.

“She thinks I don’t like her.” TSM.

The TSM app obvi isn’t free. We’re greek, we can totes afford it. TSM.

Calling any house smaller than 4000 sq. ft. “cute.” TSM.

Race For The Cure. TSM.