Philanthropy events are like the gym. You don’t want to go, but once you’re there, you feel pretty good about yourself. TSM.

I’m not saying I’m a psychic or anything, but judging by my matching bra and panties, it’s going to be a good night. TSM.

Making Jello-O shots with a Keurig in your dorm. TSM.

Only Standards can judge me. TSM.

The “k bye” text so he knows he’s in trouble. TSM.

Get in, Little. We’re going crafting. TSM.

What doesn’t kill you makes you blonder. TSM.

Taking “you’re such a stereotypical sorority girl” as a compliment. TSM.

“Do I have to wear a bra?” TSM.

Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably. TSM.