Life is too short to date anyone but fratstars. TSM.

Pregaming for homecoming while curling my hair. Win. TSM.

Standing outside waiting for my fratdaddy with my Lilly carry on, vacuum cleaner, and a bottle of wine under my arm. Gonna be a great weekend. TSM.

My purse is from Nordstroms. Not Chinatown. TSM.

Instead of assigning study hall hours based off GPA we assigned work out hours based off BMI. TSM.

Having a Lilly coozie doesnt’t change the fact that you’re in a bottom-tier sorority. TSM.

My daddy texts me to make sure I have enough money, and to tell me when to watch him on Fox Business. TSM.

Thinking about how life will suck when I have to work & can’t wear norts and huge frat t’s. Oh wait, I won’t be working. TSM.

The Tropicana orange juice you drink comes straight from my family’s citrus plantation. TSM.

Never have I ever hooked up with a GDI. TSM.

I look at the label on a guys shirt before I even look at his face. TSM.

Doing a quick ab workout in between folding my fratdaddy’s laundry and pulling the cookies out of the oven. TSM.

If I were to name my first born daughter after my maternal & paternal grandmothers, her name would be Lilly Pearl. TSM.

De-stressing on LillyPulitzer.com. TSM.

If it doesn’t have a frocket, I don’t rock it. TSM.

DTC: Down to Craft. TSM.

Pre-med…. Pre-law…. What’s the difference. TSM.

Getting a degree in Education since schools don’t offer degrees in being a housewife. TSM.

Just gave my fratdaddy a pre-LSAT blowjob. TSM.

No GDI, I do not want to buy a Blackout Bama tshirt. I have “blackedout” every football game in my college career properly: by wearing a black dress, not a hideous tshirt, and at the fraternity tailgates, not the stadium parking lot. TSM.