Being 21 for three years before your 21st birthday, and three years after it. TSM.
Being 21 for three years before your 21st birthday, and three years after it. TSM.
Loubs are red, Tiffany’s is blue, Starbucks is hot, and so are you. TSM.
I make shit show look good. TSM.
When your standard weekend routine includes writing apologies in an event you’ve called “Sorry Letter Sunday.” TSM.
Using “I’m a legacy” as your excuse for everything, even if it’s not applicable to the situation. TSM.
Memorizing your credit card number way before you memorize any of your notes, because you online shop far more often than you study. TSM.
As I walk through the valley in the shadow of the frat house, I will fear no standards, for my vodka and whiskey they comfort me. TSM.