Last one to get ready. First one to get drunk. TSM.
Last one to get ready. First one to get drunk. TSM.
Preferring pre-law boys to pre-med boys, because it’s less schooling and more First Lady potential. TSM.
Drunkenly painting your nails and waking up to what can only be described as The Great Nail Polish Massacre of 2015. TSM.
Stopping at Starbucks on your walk of shame. TSM.
Dress to the nines. Sparkle like a ten. TSM.
Turning your letter shirt inside out for the walk of shame, because you respect your sorority enough not to shame it, but not enough to keep you from doing the shameful thing. TSM.
Dressing up as “shit show” Barbie for a social. TSM.
Instantly finding him more attractive in his letters. TSM.
Having glitter permanently embedded into your carpet. TSM.
Holding your head a little higher every time you wear letters. TSM.