A hot glue gun being both your best friend and your worst enemy. TSM.
A hot glue gun being both your best friend and your worst enemy. TSM.
Reciting your chapter’s purpose in your dream, but forgetting the words when you’re awake. TSM.
You’re no one until you’re talked about. TSM.
Knowing your little was up to no good when you get the “Biiiiiiiiig” text in the morning. TSM.
Every text from your little starting out “Help!” TSM.
Your “sixth sense” being your ability to peg any guy for his fraternity, before even being introduced. TSM.
“I’m on this new Starbucks and wine cleanse.” TSM.
Greek week isn’t a competition. Winning is a tradition. TSM.
Verbalizing the word “hashtag” in your daily speech. TSM.
Having one hundred ways to say “Fuck you,” without ever saying “Fuck you.” TSM.