Stalking PNMs the second they graduate high school. TSM.

Waking up next to Taco Bell and feeling way more ashamed than if it had been a guy. TSM.

Ordering sorority stoles, because there’s no way you’re not wearing your letters to graduation. TSM.

Give me wine or give me *death.

*vodka. TSM.

You know you’re a mess when your phone autocorrects drunk to drunj. TSTC.

Always being there when a sister “can’t find anyone to take this shot with.” TSM.