Feeling like you’re exacting revenge when you withhold Facebook likes. TSM.

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

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

“I know everyone.” TSM.

Using functions as an excuse to hoard anything that could potentially be used as a costume. TSM.

It’s not that I’m terribly optimistic. I just genuinely believe that the rules don’t apply to me. TSM.

Smirking to stop yourself from saying something bitchy. TSM.

The eye roll becoming a reflex. TSM.

“Who do you think will be the first girl in our pledge class to get married?” TSM.

“Oh my God. You’re such a sorority girl.” TSM.