I’ve been 21 since I was 18, and I’ll continue to be 21 until I’m 30. TSM.

One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor. NS. One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, elevated surface. TSTC.

You can never have too many little black dresses. TSM.

Deciding to rename the fam something more appropriate like the “Let’s Fuck Shit Up Fam.” TSM.

Judging other girls by the letters on their shack shirts. TSM.

“I know everyone.” TSM.

“I deserved a t-shirt for that weekend.” TSM.

Being the sister standards warns the pledges about. TSM.

Sisterhood of the traveling wine bottle opener. TSM.

Random guys saying “nice work” to the boy walking you home. TSM.