Thoroughly explained to my brother the benfits of being a frat daddy. Asked if he could get a ‘pre bid’ on family wknd so he doesn’t have to be gdi anymore. He’s 12. TSM.

Didn’t see any of my college’s football game but still partied and managed to blackout. TSM.

Taking my birth control with my whiskey drink. TSM.

My family was featured in Southern Lady magazine. TSM.

Using a cooler frat’s coozie at another frat’s tailgate. TSM.

Watching College Gameday with surround sound at Lee Corso’s son’s house. TSM.

Going through my pictures from last night to make sure none of them violate standards. TSM.

It was the best sex I’ve ever had but he’s a GDI and an education major… no life and no money… I had to let him go. TSM.

Gameday. Drinking out of my monogramed Tervis Tumbler while all the other girls drink out of Sonic cups. TSM.

Bed canopy fell, so I had to use a skillet as a hammer because Daddy didn’t give me my pink tool kit yet. TSM.

White trash party. I have nothing to wear. TSM.

Which matches my pearls best for the game… the red Lilly dress or the white and red Lilly dress? TSM.

Planning a seamless transition from living on Daddy’s money to living on my Frat Daddy’s money. TSM.

My dad wants me to study abroad next semester. I told him that wouldn’t work because I would miss Old South. TSM.

It doesn’t bother me that women don’t get as many job offers or promotions, as long as men keep buying my drinks. TSM.

Even my Daddy buys me drinks. TSM.

The only activities filling the pages of my Lilly planner are date functions, mixers, and football games. TSM.

Got a text from a fratdaddy telling me his pledge brothers just had a 45 minute conversation about me and the backless red silk top I wore to their Christmas formal last year. TSM.

Not practicing your lines for pref night because you’re too busy reading TFMs. TSM.

Enough cleavage to let them know I party,but enough pearls to let them know I’m classy. TSM.