Freaking out when you realize you didn’t automatically friendzone a guy. TSM.
Freaking out when you realize you didn’t automatically friendzone a guy. TSM.
Demanding a reenactment when you miss a sister’s candle pass. TSM.
Pregaming homework with Adderall, Starbucks, and Pinterest. TSM.
Being the hottest girl at your rival school’s formal. TSM.
A fraternity’s social chair begging you to come to their party. TSM.
Having themed aprons for each holiday. TSM.
Having to “christen” everything you buy at the VS semi annual sale. TSM.
Your mom constantly reminding you “A little less wine, a little more food” at dinner. TSM.
Being able to flawlessly drive a manual in 6-inch heels. TSM.
Your teacher calling you out for looking like a smartass. TSM.
Naturally standing up the second you hear tall, non-fat, no whip, at Starbucks. TSM.
Tanning on your lunch break. TSM.
Cheap wine and expensive perfume. TSM.
Knowing your little is the one when she makes the last cup in beer pong. TSM.
Silently feeling superior, because you got the big everyone wanted. TSM.
I like my new members to put their letters in their bio for the same reason I like my boyfriends to post me in their photos: so other bitches know they’re mine. TSM.
I can’t wait for new Instagram followers. I mean sisters. TSM.
The cop letting you go with a warning because his wife was in your sorority. TSM.
“Of course I can. I’m the president.” TSM.
The sarcastic sideways glance when someone asks if you can afford that. TSM.