No, GDI, it’s not a swastika. It’s a Tory Burch logo. TSM.

Qualifying for the 2012 Boston Marathon just because I want the tee shirt. TSM.

Giving a new meaning to the word “showerhead.” TSM.

Relating everything and everyone in your life to Mean Girls. TSM.

Hearing a girl yell “little!” on campus and automatically turning around. TSM.

The “Little White Dress” section of Lilly must have been designed for sorority rituals. TSM.

Yoga on the front lawn. TSM.

Questioning my life choices as I untag pictures from the night before. TSM.

I traded my pearls for his lavalier. TSM.

Rush crushes. TSM.

Special K diet by day, Champagne diet by night. TSM.

I didn’t need to wait for spring for my ring. TSM.

Judging by the amount of jewels missing from dropping my bedazzled iPhone, the vom trail leading from my car, and the money stuffed in my bra… last night must have been pretty amazing. TSM.

Pearls in my drivers license picture. TSM.

It’s Sundress Season in the South. TSM.

Thinking about what to make my fratdaddy for dinner while giving him a blowjob. TSM.

Drinking wine while judging the GDIs on Teen Mom. TSM.

I have more men’s dress shirts in my closet than a first year law student. TSM.

I may be a Northern Sorostitute, but my heart is that of a Southern Belle. TSM.

“Daddy, you would like him. He’s pre-law. And voted for McCain.” TSM.