Got in an argument with my aunt because she tried to take my bows. She thought they belonged to my two year old cousin. TSM.

First Lady material. TSM.

Studying to be a news anchor because I’m too pretty to not be seen. TSM.

Being asked to show up at rush parties for “good advertising.” TSM.

Taking bitchiness to the next level. TSM.

Didn’t pay attention in Biology today. Instead I made a three point, color-coded outline of what I was getting my Fratstar for Valentine’s Day. TSM.

My bluetick coonhound has the Cotton Pickin’ bowtie to match my belle band. TSM.

Poor people make me feel uncomfortable. TSM.

If I’m going to drink calories it better get me drunk. Or be a skinny caramel macchiato. TSM.

I used to tie my hair up in ribbons and bows, sign my letters with x’s and o’s… oh wait, I still do. TSM.

Wearing $200 designer rainboots with my $10 leggings. TSM.

The tanning salon has a Greek discount…not like any of us need it. TSM.

GDIs finally figuring out that those “plastic purses” are called Longchamps. NS. Me renaming it the srat sack. TSM.

My weekends are booked till the end of March. TSM.

Med School/Law School/Vet School mixer… aka Husband shopping. TSM.

People don’t ask me if I’m in a sorority, they just ask me which one I’m in. TSM.

Late to class because so many fratstars stopped to talk to me on the way. TSM.

Pushing the handicap button to open the door, because I’m sure as hell not going to open it myself. TSM.

Shopping at a trashy “Adult” store for Valentine’s Day toys. NS. Attending a Pure Romance party with your sisters, sipping on wine while buying goodies for you and your fratdaddy. TSM.

Always taking the stairs. TSM.