8:) Bow smilies. TSM.

He makes you cry, I make him cry. He breaks your heart, I break his balls. TSM.

Big hair, little body. TSM.

Only drinking a Budweiser because the can is Red, White, and Blue. TSM.

Thinking someone looks familiar, then realizing you’ve spent a significant amount of time stalking them on Facebook. TSM.

“Always keep a bottle of champagne in the fridge for special occasions. Sometimes the special occasion is that you’ve got a bottle of champagne in the fridge.” TSM.

Making my chapter proud every time I lay out on the front lawn in my bikini. TSM.

“She’s sitting in the sand chilling in a chair, flower in her hair margarita in her hand.” TSM.

My little is craftier than your little. TSM.

Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders: Hard Body Boot Camp DVD. TSM.

Fraternity girlfriends across Greek row come to me for cooler-painting advice. TSM.

Always ordering a Diet Coke with your kid’s meal. TSM.

Judging girls in houses at other schools based on that house’s rep at your school. TSM.

Pearls in my ears. Letters around my neck. God in my heart. TSM.

“Nice Move” to every post referencing your sorority in the account name. TSM.

Of course I’m bilingual, I have to order around the help. TSM.

Little black dress, big white pearls. TSM.

Late to my internship because the line at Starbucks was long. Oh well, when your boss is a family friend it doesn’t matter. TSM.

Your Newsfeed being made of entirely of Bachelorette statuses. TSM.

Having a sports bra to match every single fraternity tank. TSM.