Never being Big Spoon. TSM.

We don’t need to go to the gym, we have a personal trainer come to the house for our Spring Break workout. TSM.

Wearing a ripped abercrombie tee. NS. Wearing a shirt that talks about how pretty and awesome my sisters and I are. TSM.

I wear heels bigger than your penis. TSM.

Hunger is fat leaving the body. TSM.

I wonder if the geeds in my classes can feel me judging them. Probably. TSM.

Baking Playlist. TSM.

My frat daddy and my real daddy both call me princess. TSM.

Having more Perrier and Pelligrino in the fridge than regular bottled water. TSM.

My hip bones are my love handles. TSM.

Never needing to wear a birthday crown because you’re a princess 365 days a year. TSM.

Starting a yelling match in class over my conservative beliefs. TSM.

Knowing my limit, but always crossing it anyway. TSM.

My mom got called into a Parent-Teacher conference after my 4th grade sister called her teacher a GDI for not making her snack helper. TSM.

Already done all the things the girls on The Bachelor are doing in Costa Rica. TSM.

Already have my teaching job lined up in the same city my fratdaddy has his engineering job. TSM.

Dancing on elevated surfaces is strongly frowned upon by honor board. That only makes me want to do it more. TSM.

160 sisters, 160 closets. TSM.

Only dating men who have animals mounted on their walls. TSM.

Having your hipster boyfriend write you a song. NS. Having a fraternity’s pledges serenade you and your sisters at chapter. TSM.