Sorry, I’m late. I was procraftinating. TSM.

Conditional Panhellenic love. TSM.

Actually being the best friends sitting next to each other in jail. TSTC.

Being able to tie his bow tie almost as fast as you can untie it. TSM.

The calories don’t count if you can’t remember them. TSM.

Having very strong opinions on bows. TSM.

Typing up an essay on your phone outside of the bar, and still getting an A. TSM.

Being told you’re not a “typical sorority girl” and feeling confused and offended, because you absolutely are. TSM.

Cheap beer, expensive, well, everything else. TSM.

And now he’s nothing but a shack shirt to me. TSM.