Stalking your little back to the day she joined Facebook. TSTC.

Knowing it’s getting serious when you’re upgraded from shacker shirt to shacker sweatshirt. TSM.

Sorry, I’m late. I was procraftinating. TSM.

Conditional Panhellenic love. TSM.

Being told you’re not a “typical sorority girl” and feeling confused and offended, because you absolutely are. TSM.

“You’re taking me to formal.” TSM.

Oops. He’s really into me. TSM.

Making sure to wear letters on a day you feel like being nice to people. TSM.

My constant sass comes with one great ass. TSM.

Deliberately responding “who’s this?” even though you know exactly who it is. TSM.