Getting a bitch’s high from a perfectly passive aggressive subtweet. TSM.

On Wednesdays, we wear shack shirts and hangovers. TSM.

Being in a sorority means guaranteed likes on anything you post. TSM.

He’s the kind of guy I would even for. TSM.

Looking hotter at Sunday meeting than most people do out on Saturday night. TSM.

“Fuck it. It’s period week.” TSM.

Always having a back-up plan, but never being one. TSM.

The meanest text you can send is a simple “Haha, do you remember what we talked about last night?” No, I don’t remember, and I certainly don’t want to be reminded. TSM.