Lost my virginity in the Fratcastle Presidential Suite. TSM.

I sent him a mean email. There were no ‘hahas’ and no smiley faces. TSM.

Named my vibrator Stonewall Jackson. TSM.

Having absolutely no doubt which house your picking your sisters up from on Greek Row the morning after. TSM.

Always having to watch Grey’s Anatomy Friday mornings because its airs on Thursday night. TSM.

Internship with my Congressman just because Daddy was in his wedding. TSM.

Going to class to practice my signature with my frat daddy’s last name in my Lilly spiral. TSM.

Buying underwear to match my formal dress. TSM.

Size X-small Lilly apron. TSM.

I’m skipping class to go running. Obviously, I have my priorities straight. TSM.

Getting the entire Brooks Brothers Women’s Spring collection as a “care package.” TSM.

Running for Historian because I am the best crafter in my sorority. TSM.

President of College Republicans. TSM.

Getting homework done before going to the library. TSM.

I considered dating him until I saw his golf swing. TSM.

Facebook needs a “Lavaliered” status. TSM.

The security code on my credit card is 993. TSM.

Reading TSMs while getting a mani pedi. TSM.

Old enough to know better, too pretty to care. TSM.

During rush, we ask the girls to decorate a teddy bear’s T-shirt “for charity”. In reality, it helps us choose which girls to dump because of their horrible decorating skills. TSM.