There needs to be a Facebook Family option for ‘Big’ and ‘Little.’ TSM.

Overusing “haha” to avoid sounding bitchy. TSM.

My little is dating my fratdaddy’s little. TSM.

A year after graduation, my Frat Daddy became my Frat-tastic husband. After 3 years of marriage, we’re expecting our first legacy. Dreams do come true. TSM.

Shacking at a frat house and sending a mass text to your sorority sisters to see who else is there so you can walk home together. TSM.

None of my friends got pregnant in high school. TSM.

I don’t dye my hair or starve myself to stay thin. I don’ t look down upon lower tier sororities. I’m not getting my MRS degree but an MBA instead. I can make a fantastic sandwich, award winning cupcakes and unbutton an Oxford and khakis with one hand. TSM.

All I want for Christmas is a Tiffany’s bracelet and my period. TSM.

I have to make a conscious effort to not look at myself in the window of every building I pass on campus. TSM.