One of my guy friends was trying to describe one of my sisters. He said she was “really tan and really pretty”. Okay, that narrows it down to about everyone… TSM.

Perfecting the “elliptical ponytail bob.” TSM.

My Derby hat cost more than my Louboutins. TSM.

Having a 20 minute presentation in chapter about staying fit over the summer. TSM.

No geed this is not a cup, it’s a monogrammed Tervis Tumblr. TSM.

Two things I excel at: sabotage and shacking. TSM.

Just saw the word “stat” and obvi thought it said “srat.” TSM.

Living in constant fear of dropping my phone in the water while getting a pedi. TSM.

Clicking the “high to low price” tab while online shopping. TSM.

Lipstick stain on the beer bong. TSM.

Being more worried about how to decorate my graduation cap with the super tiny swarovski crystals than my finals. TSM.

My sorority’s gay guy is more fabulous than your sorority’s gay guy. TSM.

Reading TSMs makes me remember to take my birth control. TSM.

Taking me home. TFM. Taking me home to the parents. TSM.

Your dresses should always be tight enough to show you’re a woman, and loose enough to show you’re a lady. TSM.

Our house mom is cuter than your house mom. TSM.

Posting a status about missing your sisters as soon as you step out the front door for summer. TSM.

Going to extreme measures to find unacceptable pictures of a PNM you know doesn’t deserve to be on your lawn on bid day. TSM.

Formals are prom without all those pesky GDIs taking up the dance floor. TSM.

Decorating my new pink water bottle with rhinestones and puff paint letters instead of studying. TSM.