Douche: “Hey”
Me: “New phone, I have your number but I lost my interest in talking to you.” TSM.
Douche: “Hey”
Me: “New phone, I have your number but I lost my interest in talking to you.” TSM.
Being in charge of planning for sorority recruitment is like planning for a beautiful war. TSM.
When nothing goes right, go craft shopping. TSM.
Leaving your social media public because you know his ex will stalk you anyway. TSM.
Swelling up with pride when the chapter passes a new bylaw as a direct result of your bad behavior. TSM.
Scoping out the new PC on bid day for potential littles. TSM.
When your barista asks if you’re okay because you haven’t been there in a week. TSM.
When your phone GPS considers your “home” to be the bar. TSM.
Bringing a guy home because you dont want to pay for the uber. Then telling him you are too tired to do anything and he should probably just go home. TSM.
Going to the bathroom together so you can safely get in and out of rompers. TSM.
Cameras up, cups down. TSM.
Pulling all nighters for bid day. TSM.
Always ordering two of everything. One for me, one for my little. TSM.
Organizing your tshirts by fraternity. TSM.
There’s two types of sisters. Those who go to the diner after chapter and those who go to the bar. TSM.
Taking your birth control with wine. TSM.
When your family is a shitshow but you know that is where you belong. TSM.
All I want is a rich husband and no kids. TSM.
Saying “Pan Love,” before saying something offensive about another sorority. TSM.
Not having any other liquid on hand other than vodka to apply flash tats to your skin. TSM.