Wait… drinks cost money at the bar? TSM.
Wait… drinks cost money at the bar? TSM.
GDIs say I’m a bitch because I think I’m better than them. Lets see…I look better than they do, my friends are better than theirs, I drive a nicer car than their parents, and I can out drink them and afford to do so. Ya, I think I’m better than a GDI. TSM.
I’ve hooked up with both of my tennis instructors. TSM.
$200K college education, and I’ll never have an ACTUAL job. TSM.
I told him I know they weren’t my underwear because I don’t wear underwear. TSM.
Yurman and pearls with t-shirts. TSM.
It’s amazing the transformation I can make from oversize t-shirts and Nike shorts at class on Friday to the finest ensembles the Oxford Square has to offer at the Grove on Saturday. Hotty freakin’ Toddy yall. TSM.
I love wearing sun dresses bc they are easy access 😉 TSM.
Walked into the office in my clothes I went out in waiting for my roommate to bring a dress and underwear to the Hill. For the 2nd time this week. TSM.
It’s not my fault I’m popular. TSM.
Mrs. Degree. TSM.
Made out with some rando at the bar last night. Why? Because he was the president of his frat and a republican. TSM.
I know my parents credit card number by heart. TSM.
Wearing letters everywhere to insure that fat girls and uglys don’t make eye contact with me like we’re equals. TSM.
I keep my weed in my Sperry’s box. TSM.
I accessorize my Yurman with more Yurman. TSM.
Getting a degree in event planning so I can marry a Frat daddy and plan parties all the time. TSM.
$200 heels are for downtown, not football games. In the south we pregame wearing $500 custom made Cowboy boots with our initials engraved on the side. TSM.
Traded mealplan for drugs. TSM.
My koozies match my fratfit at the bar. TSM.