Being a size 2 and still drinking slimfast for fun. TSM.

On the phone with the Risk Management chair as he hazes his pledges. TSM.

Two of my sorority sisters went on weight watchers together and they both lost 40 pounds. I decided it wasn’t so bad if I was friends with them on facebook again. TSM.

Daddy said I needed to get a work-study so I can have “work experience”. Of course, I’m off the hook…Daddy forgot I don’t qualify for financial aid. TSM.

“Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.” TSM.

Having more credit cards than classes. TSM.

Coloring book, crayons, and Lilly agenda. Ready for class. TSM.

Beating the opposing intramural B-Team by 50, and all they have to justify their lacking ability is their opinion of a “cute” jersey. TSM.

That’s the ugly chapter here. TSM.

A year after graduation, my Frat Daddy became my Frat-tastic husband. After 3 years of marriage, we’re expecting our first legacy. Dreams do come true. TSM.

Today my moms friends at the country club were arguing over whose son would get to marry me. TSM

My sorority was founded before “sorority” was even a word. TSM.

Losing by 50 in an intramural game to girls twice our size, but having cuter shirts, shorter shorts, and way more fans. TSM.

Finished 2 glasses of wine in first class on my flight before they even offered the geeds tap water. TSM.

Making peace signs in pictures. NS. Head-tilting and doing the skinny arm like a goddamn pro. TSM.

The shorter his shorts, the looser my morals. TSM.

Living period to period. TSM.

Cropping alcoholic beverages out of pictures to make my Facebook look classier than I am. TSM.

My high school’s PE uniform shorts were norts. TSM.

I have a sister and a GDI in my lab group. Today both forgot to do the graded pre-lab…and I only let one copy mine. TSM.