I would shack with the TFM intern. TSM.

Pretending not to notice when all the boys stare. TSM.

Having trouble washing the smell of wine out of my Lilly water bottle. TSM.

Our house always smells like freshly baked cookies and hairspray. TSM.

The only notes I have from my last class of the day are doodles of my future married name and monogram. TSM.

Buying internet on my flight home so I can get a head start on posting pictures from spring break. TSM.

So ready for our philanthropy event to be over so I can have a cute profile picture again. TSM.

Glitter going from the sidewalk, into the house, up the stairs, through the chapter room, and into my room. TSM.

“And evil takes a human form in Regina George.” TSM.

Babysitting is the perfect internship. I’m learning how to be the best housewife from the classiest ones in town. TSM.

Made my fratdaddy a cooler for The Masters. TSM.

Wine in the bathtub. TSM.

I refer to America’s colors as “Navy, Persimmon, and Cream”. TSM.

Sorry I’m not sorry you didn’t get a bid. TSM.

Wearing my new jacket to class was the only thing that motivated me to go. TSM.

A good look can make a man fall. A good cook can make him stay. TSM.

Cellulite. NS. Perfectly toned legs. TSM.

There’s a reason Lilly doesn’t make a pattern for your sorority. TSM.

Serious dilemma about which picture from formal to make my profile pic. TSM.

Matching the color of your lingerie to your formal dress. TSM.