You can’t play games with the girl who made the rules you geed. TSM.

A bad hair day for me is a good hair day for you. TSM.

Stressing about littles week more than getting an internship. I have my priorities straight. TSM.

I always thought the Pulitzer Prize was for the sorostitute with the most Lilly. TSM.

Never having to touch the passenger side door. TSM.

Welcome to the kitchen ladies. Damn proud to be here. Sorry for cursing. TSM.

Animal prints are for GDIs. TSM.

Playing “just the tip.” TSM.

Finding out the underclassmen in our house have a pool for who is going to get engaged next. It’s up to $1,500. TSM.

Getting to privately see the collections of Lilly two seasons before they are released. TSM.

I do not care if I am 40 minutes late to a 50 minute class. I AM going to Starbucks and I AM getting a venti skinny vanilla latte. TSM.

Knowing that you are better than everyone else because you are wearing the top tier fraternity’s letters around your neck. TSM.

My grandmother having lunch with her sorority sisters once every month. TSM.

Top Sites on my computer: Lilly Pulitzer, TFM, David Yurman, Nike, The Knot, Facebook. TSM.

Having the impulse to clean every time I’m at the Frat Castle. TSM.

Holding your sister’s hair back after a few too many glasses of wine. TSM.

Spending Sunday afternoon color-coding my activities for the rest of the week. TSM.

My internet activities alternate between detagging, reading TFM, and browsing wedding ring collections. TSM.

Never putting water in a water bottle. TSM.

Finally got my hands on that shack shirt last night that I’ve had my eye on since last year. TSM.